All photos by Deb Lindsey for the Washington Post.
Pastrami warrants ink. In DC. Hallelujah. Language is liquid and much of it, maybe most of it, is brackish. Pastrami. When did it start? Who thought it up? The story involves water, both salty and not, and travels a long loopy path to us.
How pastrami joints stack up in DC here.
The Lunch Encounter 