…of Pastrami. Word has it that the President will be having lunch today at Katz’s Delicatessen on the lower east side of Manhattan. Lucky guy. Katz’s is to pastrami what Babe Ruth is to baseball. (Sorry, it’s early and that was the best analogy I could muster up at the moment. Feel free to contribute better ones.) I had lunch there this past Sunday, the place was jam packed, and I can report that the product is as good as ever. And by the product, I’m talkin’ pastrami on rye with a swab of deli mustard. I might have had a bite or two of hot dog and a few too many steak fries as well, but you go there for the pastrami (or corned beef). And a cream soda.
But Obama is at risk. I don’t mean security risk. Nor am I referring to the risk of coronary occlusion. I’m saying that if this guy makes the wrong order, he’s losing my vote in the next election. What is the wrong order, you ask? A turkey sandwich. A pastrami or corned beef with MAYO—that would be sacrilege. Don’t mess it up, Mr. President (like you did with that wholesome burger you and Biden ordered last year.) The whole world is watching.