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Life has been good. Monday I went to a Ranger’s game, Tuesday I had Zogsports, last night I had a crazy fun work dinner and here I am the other day at Mile End, a “deli” in Brooklyn if you can be a deli and serve poutine on the side. Or maybe that’s the way it is in Canada, where the owners get bagels shipped in from. It’s supposed to be the real deal. And the poutine… that’s the real deal, too I can say.

Lucy helped me eat my poutine, which was nice. She’s basically the best roommate ever. She also got a sandwich to go. At night, you only have one choice of sandwich.

And here’s a shot of the interior:

It’s kind of real small, but it’s kind of real good. And it’s also a part of Zagat’s 140 chefs, restaurants, and bloggers to follow on Twitter. Now you know.

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Who has Easter brunch at Katz’s Deli? The Spurlock family, apparently. Last year we had a great meal at Frank and this year my uncle D wanted to change things up and go for gigantic sandwiches from Katz’s. I think I’ve been to Katz’s maybe once, when I visited NYC in high school. So I had no idea what I was doing when I went this time around. But I had my family to guide me! Above is a Reuben with corned beef. The correct choice. Mmm. Also, pickles. So many pickles. Mmm.

This is a pastrami sandwich. These babies are huge. I ate half of my Reuben and saved the rest for dinner. Of course I also had five thousand pickles and eight hundred french fries, so that only made sense.

This is Steve Buscemi, my cousin Steph and my uncle D. A very happy trio.

And we’ve got Colin, myself, and lots of friends behind us as well.

And this is my favorite picture: Pam and Stephanie talking outside. Candid photos are my favorite.

Things you should know about Katz’s

1) It was packed inside. Even on Easter Sunday.

2) Don’t lose the ticket they give you when you walk in the door or it’s $50 when you leave.

3) They have a legit intimidating doorman who stands there with his arms crossed.

4) Know what you want before you step up to order or they will yell at you.

Final note: I might have bumped someone’s glass of their table with my bag and it might have shattered everywhere and I might have kept walking and pretended I didn’t notice. But I’m not sure.

Happy Easter from my family to yours!

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