The mere act of looking up Schwartz's on Yelp has got me salivating for their signature smoked meat sandwich. Oh man, I am DYING over here in NYC! That's really saying something because I used to HATE smoked meat, and let me tell you a secret: when my friend insisted we visit Schwartz's, I groaned inwardly and thought, come on, I don't want to go to a damn deli on my vacation! Well, damn deli is right- damn delicious! Thanks Nga, for being such a foodie genius!\n\nUpon seeing how crowded it was on our arrival, we decided to take our sandwiches to go and sit on a nearby bench. While prying open the wax paper used to wrap my sandwich, I nervously noticed a ton of meat (slathered with mustard) packed between two ordinary slices of bread, and wondered, how am I going to finish this sandwich monster especially since I know I'm not going to like it? I sneaked a peek at my friend and remembered what my well-mannered mom always told me: never ever, complain about food to your host/hostess and finish your plate. This wasn't a dinner I was invited to, I know, but hey, politeness is politeness so I took a big bite, and at that moment I was instantly reborn. I shamelessly used a plastic fork to continue eating the sandwich since I didn't want any pieces of meat to fall on the floor wasted.\n\nI will never think the same way about smoked meat again, and I'm thinking of visiting Katz's here in NYC to see how their meat stacks up against Schwartz's. And to think, if I had traveled on my own, I wouldn't have bothered to stop by, so my stumbling upon Schwartz's and discovering a new love for smoked meat was meant to be by the Montreal gods!