I haven't been there in years at this point, but their pastrami is the standard by which all pastrami north of New York City is judged and they sell whitefish, smoked with the skins on, which I am still trying to figure out where to get around here.

Every once in a while, I forget their bona fides, and take for granted what I grew up next to. Yeah, I have to go. Soon.

He didn't keep it up or turn violent, which was good

No. Fooling. Still, there's no call for it.