Carnegie Deli is a long time New York institution. You could spend hours just looking at all the signed photographs of famous people from the past half century. Of course, trying to look at the photos would require being able to move around the deli, which is near impossible.
We went to the Carnegie Deli for lunch. By 11:30am, the place was already quite full. Counters where you order take away are in the front. Tables, if you are going to stay, are in the back area and in an adjacent room. The servers at the Carnegie Deli have a reputation for being rude, but we found them very quick, a little harried yet still patient enough to explain the menu to a couple who did not speak English.
With numerous small tables squashed next to each other and barely room for the servers to move, we ended up talking to those around us, at least, those around us who spoke English. The place seemed to be occupied by a lot of tourists. We sat next to a couple from California who said they came every time they were in NYC.
Be prepared for huge portions. The California couple recommended the Reuben, at $20, one of the more expensive sandwiches. I suggested we split it, since we knew it would be large, but my husband wanted to see how much he could handle on his own, so I ordered the pastrami on rye, the Woody Allen, which was $12. The pastrami was great, moist with enough fat for lots of flavour and the bread was also moist and lighter than many rye breads. I also had one of Dr. Brown’s cream sodas since I had never seen one before. The can says it is bottled in NYC. I am not much of a soda drinker, but I liked how it was not too sweet.
My husband, who seemed on a suicide mission, also ordered a side of fried onions and a beer. Of course, the Reuben covered the entire plate and was about 5 inches high, and the onions filled a good sized cereal bowl. A young couple, who sat beside us after my husband’s order arrived, were telling him that New Yorkers always split the sandwiches. Needless to say, my husband by this point knew why as he was not up to finishing his lunch. Even with the much smaller, but still large, pastrami, half was as much as I could manage. Eating three pickles (and I am not even pregnant!) did not help. There was no way we could attempt the cheesecake.
Next time we might come just to split a cheesecake because they looked gigantic as well.