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Team Pastrami

Team lunch at Manny's, in which we all look ridiculous. (Photo courtesy Brian Boyer, by which I mean I lifted it without permission from his Twitter account.)
Team lunch at Manny's, in which we all look ridiculous. (Photo courtesy Brian Boyer, by which I mean I lifted it without permission from his Twitter account.)
Last night, the first major project I’ve been a part of here at the Trib launched. Vivelohoy is a Spanish-language news site, which, let me tell you, broke my brain in all sorts of ways. It’s a complete joy to see it live.

The team went to a place called Manny’s today to have a celebratory lunch. (Or, at least, celebrating was our excuse for going there, after the fact.) It’s a Chicago tradition, they told me. It reminded me of the Old Pantry in LA. We all had pastrami sandwiches, which were basically a plate of meat with a slice of rye bread for decoration. You certainly couldn’t pick it up. On the side was what seemed like an entire pickled cucumber and a potato pancake. I ate until I was stuffed, and you still couldn’t actually see any of my plate underneath all the food that was still on it.

Wonder if my benefits include needing to buy jeans from eating with my coworkers? ;-)

Published in My Life in Boystown