Back in the Big Apple and straight to Zabar’s for all that junk that Nooyawkas like us dream about when they are in Mexico. I have previously posted about how crowded our Polleria on Insurgentes is in San Miguel. This is about as bad but fifty times larger and with attitude. Particularly like now, at Passover, when everyone fights to get in line to stock up on stuff to dive into when ritual fasting is over. Zabar’s is one of New York’s great institutions and happily is only a ten-minute walk from our Upper West Side apartment. The guy in the middle here has ruled over the Pastrami ever since I can remember and has probably served knishes to more movie stars than you have had cold-cut lunches.