Shwartz Deli: Smoked Meat...a meditation.

I went to montreal, with only one real demand: Eat Shwartz's Smoked meat.
And I recieved just what I wanted:
A chunk of medium fatty brisket: brined, pickled, smoked, steamed, carved, and piled onto a plate.
a pile of good rye bread.
and a Cherry Soda.

this is my kind of food, the food you can just EAT, it's flavored and spiced meat, it's Smoked meat! I have tried other people's and other place's attempts, but NOTHING and I do repeat NOTHING can replace the genuine shwartz experience. It's the little but busy deli, it's the smell that makes your mouth water, it's the languages, and the tastes. It's even the wait.

This food cannot be described, I won't bother even trying, nothing can do it as much justice as the experience of being there and eating the sandwich. It's a love at first smell, taste, texture, sight...and hell, even sound....I'm going back there, hopefully more than once on my little Quebecois sojourn. Because some experiences that happen so infrequently MUST be repeated.