Mile End of the road
We are coming for you. Please don’t run out of meat. And please, Brooklyn, save us some poutine.
UPDATE: In fact, we did not make it in time and the house-made pastrami was gone by 3 p.m. Next time you will be ours, delicious smoked meat, next time.
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ch added these pithy words on Feb 14 10 at 2:18 pmYou better hurry.









