LA is simply fedorable

is some of the dumbest shit I ever heard anyone say. He was comparing LA to New York. He was a douche.

But that doesn't really have much to do with today's adventure. Or maybe it does...

The Spot:
The Hat

Why we went:
Edwin says "I don't like hot pastrami, but I like this place's hot pastrami".
I say, "We'll see".
You see, the west coast generally sucks at sandwiches. They don't really have deli's (that I've seen in my short time). The sandwiches, simply put, are shit. Everything comes with avocado. Don't get me wrong I like avocado, but it has a place. But I agree to it anyway because, hey, I'm a sucker for hot pastrami, especially of the world famous variety.

What we ordered:
Look at that cup. Here's what that cup says to anyone who's not retarded:

WORLD FAMOUS HOT PASTRAMI! oh, by the way we also have these other foods that we put in tiny font because they aren't good. If you order those thing we'll look at you funny and wonder why you even bothered coming here.

But of course one measly sandwich wasn't going to be enough for me. So being a sucker for advertising (and anything preceded by the word Fantastic) ordered their "Fantastic Chili Fries!" as well.

What it looks like:

It looks like that sandwich is dying. It looks like the sandwich has vomited all over itself. It looks delicious. Meat explosion!

The fries look like a incredible as well. They are a huge order of fries and they fuckin better be for $5.

What we thought:

Well we all know this place gives Edwin an erection, but what about Brother Homie Ryan and myself?
BHR ate half the sandwich and decided it wasn't for him. I believe his exact words were, "Maybe I just don't like hot pastrami?", as though he was asking a question. So basically, he thought it sucked.
Finally me, the most pastrami experienced out of the lot of us. It was...good. Not great. No where near a sandwich that would have me changing my opinion on pastrami. Another place that's having trouble deciding between quality and quantity. Sandwich and 1/3 order of fries was way too much for person. If you want to get technical, well, then ok...the bread was thin and had trouble containing all the meat. The meat had decent flavor but you should be able to taste the yellow mustard, which I couldn't without adding extra.
Overall I'd say...meh, maybe meh+. Where the place really shined (or is it shone? I don't know) was the parade of schlups walking past the window as we ate. Even if the fantastic chili fries weren't fantastic we sat their entertained by conversation and people watching: mexican punk with a shirt that said "die die my dear"? Check. Lady limping along with 1 crutch? Check. Lady using a hefty stretch garbage bag as a purse? Check. And so on and so forth forever.

...must be near a Monterrey Park bus stop or something.

yay blogs.
Love forever, Doug.