If there is one thing this annoying wrestle with WordPress has taught me, it’s to never take things for granted…and that boy, do I have it easy.
You know, we live in an age of absolute convenience and indulgence. We’ve got everything at the touch of our fingertips—literally. We have instant access to anything and everything:
Bored? Click. Ooh, Food Network on TV!
Hungry? Click. Hello, Papa Johns?
Lonely? Click. Hi, *insert best friend’s name here*, whatcha doing?
We live at the peak of The Age of Pampering. Maybe…a bit too pampered. To the point that we are immune to it. To the point that we have become fat, petulant, ungrateful children. At least, I think I have.
Sometimes, I wonder what real hardship is like. What does it mean to physically toil away, dripping sweat and blood to earn all the riches and pleasures I’m enjoying?
I mean, look at me: I’m moaning and groaning because my internet connection isn’t working the way I want it to be. I sigh tragically because I have to sit through two hours of examination (my first final is in…2 hours). I pout because my parents are too busy ministering in China to send me an email. I scowl because I’m not allowed to sneak food out of the dining hall.
Oh dear. What am I turning into? I think there is a point where I become too comfortable and happy that I become uncomfortable and unhappy with the most minor and ridiculous details.
That’s why…I needed that. I needed that little nudge, that little prick in the butt while I lay all too relaxed in my big fluffy couch. I need something to go wrong, just so I am reminded of how fortunate and blessed I am. When things go wrong, I remember all the things that are right. Thus I suppose sometimes, having problems in my life is a good thing.
Still, I am relieved to say that my problems are fixed…for now. WordPress issues are gone. I don’t know how, and I don’t really care; I’m just so freaking happy whenever WordPress loads up on my computer that it’s kind of embarrassing.
Also, God answered my prayers. I met up with my history TA to discuss some exam questions, and she actually agreed to let me turn in my history project! Of course this isn’t really “allowed”…but she must have been enchanted by my charms.
In addition, she informed me that my final paper was one of the best in the class! Double woo-hoo!
Oh, and parents finally emailed. I told them as courteously as possible that they are very, very, very mean for ignoring their one and only daughter like that. They apologized, and said they’ve been preaching for up to 14 hours each day, and practically fainted on their beds each time they got back to their hotel. So all is forgiven.
Of course, I’m pretty sure something is going to go wrong again sometime. But in the meantime, I’m damn well gonna enjoy and be grateful for all the things that are good right now.
And you know another thing I’m never going to take for granted? A freaking good sandwich. Remember that disaster sandwich at Newsroom Cafe? And what about this sandwich? And this one? Maybe not, but after those episodes, I realized that you certainly can mess up a simple sandwich.
Not so for Langer’s Delicatessen. Oh Lordie. If you want the best sandwich ever, fly down to Los Angeles and hit this place up. I swear, you’ll never want to leave.
Langer’s is known for the best pastrami sandwich in America. That’s right—The best pastrami sandwich in America. Perhaps even the world. And yes, it’s in Los Angeles. Not New York, home of the pastrami delis. In fact, I’m pretty sure Langer’s is the only deli place that got the James Beard Award. Here’s the stamp on the menu to prove it:
Take that, New Yorkers! Kanz, go to the corner and cry!
Well, how can I pass up a place that holds such a fine prestige? Mimi, Kathryn, and I decided to hit up this place one afternoon and taste that wonder sandwich for ourselves.
The interior design is pretty down-to-earth, very much like a homey, low-key diner. I was already warming up to this place.
Apparently, the #19 sandwich is the sandwich to get here. See, they even have a sign that says so.
Mimi snagged that one first. That girl is fast! See, we have a mutual rule that says we will never order the same dish, so I looked up Chowhound.com for a second alternative.
I found that there is actually a pretty lively debate over the “true” taste of a pastrami sandwich. According to some pastrami sandwich-snobs, just plain pastrami with a slather of mustard is the only way to honor the ethereal taste of their pastrami. So I obliged. Plain it is!
Here it is:
Hot, hand-cut pastrami on rye bread.
And here’s Mimi’s #19:
Hot, hand-cut pastrami, coleslaw, and Russian dressing on rye bread (no Swiss cheese).
And Kathryn ordered a vegetable soup:
Vegetables and barley soup of the day.
Holy pastrami. It was good. Damn good.
The meat was intensely flavorful, with just the right amount of fattiness and leanness. And oh…so…juicy…
But being a carb-whore, I definitely thought that the rye bread was the wow factor of this sandwich. It was the chewiest, yummiest bread I’ve ever had that wasn’t a french baguette. It was served warm; lovely and chewy on the inside, crunchy and crusty on the outside. Perfection!
Unfortunately…them Chowhounders lied. I don’t care if the “right” and “honorable” way to eat this is just plain pastrami. I was definitely missing some tang! I wanted CHEEEEESE!
It was just too…plain, even with a thick slather of mustard.
Thankfully, Mimi was generous enough to share a quarter of her sandwich:
Oh. Em. Gi. Now, not to sound blasphemous…but this was the Holy Trinity of Sandwiches: Pastrami, Coleslaw, and Russian Dressing. I wasn’t sure if I was tasting more of my saliva or the sandwich itself!
Now that, my friend, is a sandwich. No Arnold’s Sandwich Thins for me!
I didn’t taste Kathryn’s soup, but it seemed pretty good, with lots of chewy barley. At least, I hope it was good…She doesn’t like red meat, but was awfully kind enough to give Mimi and I a ride to Langer’s. I love this girl!
Warning: It’s a bit pricey though. A typical sandwich is about $14. Add tips and drinks, and you’re running close to $20 for a meal. But dang it, it’s worth it!
Okay, these pictures are making my stomach rumble and I’m supposed to take my first final exam soon…I hope I don’t disturb my fellow classmates! Wish me luck!
Question of the day: What is one thing you take for granted in your life? And…what is the best sandwich you’ve ever eaten?