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About Us

What happens when you take the New Yorker out of New York, but can’t take the New York out of the New Yorker? Pastrome. I moved to Seattle from New York in 2009 and couldn’t find a pastrami sandwich that reminded me of my hometown Jewish deli’s.  So, as most food stories go, I created what I couldn’t find. After experimenting with a smoker, lots of meat, and a mix of spices — I started testing with the most critical audience I could find; my own family and friends. My testing-audience grew to my poker-group; and I noticed that the size of our group seemed to double when I would host and serve pastrami — and some people even came just to eat (leaving before the game even started). I had one final test, to share his pastrami with strangers and you’ll have to ask me about that story when we meet. Suffice it to say, this the tipping point for the birth of Pastrome. Thank you for joining me on this journey. Welcome to Pastrome. Pastrami so good…