Fourth of July in Las Vegas was filled with fireworks, smoked ribs, whipped cream liquor, and family. Be jealous.
Roman Candles and Margaritas,
Here’s the view from Top of the Rock in New York…
Pretty neat right? I was a big fan.
Ok, I mentioned in a previous post that my husband and I went to Carnegie Deli in New York.
This place was recommended by my elderly best friend on the train ride from Philadelphia.
This place is no joke. To back track for a second, everywhere you go in New York rushes you. When you are a person that looks to make educated decisions and take your time, this can be incredibly frustrating. Carnegie Deli was no exception. We both frantically picked a sandwich completely naive and with no direction. I knew something was terribly wrong when we had to pay in cash and the bill was around $50….for two sandwiches. I felt like we had just made an illegal drug deal.
Were the sandwiches covered in gold sesame seeds and blessed by the Dalai Lama?
For that price they better be.
We were handed a large industrial strength bag filled with our sandwiches. Once we opened the butcher paper cradling our sandwiches our mouthes gapped in horror…
Biggest. Sandwiches. Ever.
We weren’t paying for gold encrusted seasoning, we were paying for entire animals, 3 blocks of cheese, and an entire loaf of bread.
After we force fed ourselves like the little boy in Matilda…
…we begrudgingly went back to our hotel to nap.
I did not have a cupcake this day, Carnegie Deli was like an uninvited lap band surgery.
Pastrami and Pickles,