All true anachronisms,
But in one of those weird circumstances where mood and the fates are working only to make you happy, I had a really great pastrami sandwich in Maine many years ago. So long ago, actually, that I’m not sure what town it was…but probably Boothbay Harbor, if that makes sense.
The pastrami was lightly fried and placed on a thick chunk of black bread. Ate it with mustard and some sort of faux dill pickle. Good variation on a theme, unpretentious…its own trip.
I was on the deck of the restaurant, the car looked good with the ocean in the background, sun glistening everything, I was younger, and you can fill in the rest.