The ups: one of my dining companions couldn't decide between the corned beef and the pastrami, so the waitress brought him a few slices of both to try before ordering. That's classy. Other things I liked included the charming shit on the wall and the old/fat/rich clientele - good people-watching. Also, I ordered a Brooklyn Lager, which I had never seen outside of New York (this made me pretty excited, but then I went to Cafe Boheme on Saturday and discovered they also serve Brooklyn Lager, so not that big of a deal, I guess, after all). But I digress. Finally, and perhaps the most memorable part of this place was that a friend of a friend competed in a matzo-ball-eating-contest here some time back. I like stories about eating contests, and also stories about milk-drinking contests.
I have some interest in returning for breakfast (or even breakfast for dinner). I would put this food up against Katz's any day of the week, and it smells better inside. In fact, I would say that unless it is very late at night and you are very drunk, you are better off at K&Z's for Jewish food in Houston, but bring your appetite and a friend.
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