The very good, but definitely not fancy, New York-style deli that Paul and Nancy went to on their first date, was first featured here.

Now Michelle may certainly have a point, but as a fellow transplanted Yankee living in the northwest, I have to take Nancy’s side. When you live in a place where finding decent pastrami is somewhere up there with the search for the holy grail you start coming up with all of the special occasions you can think of.