Can you believe that in the last year I’ve only been to Schwartz‘s twice? Totally unacceptable, because the place is so freaking good. When James came to visit, it was at the top of our to-do list. We split a half-sour pickle, french fries and a smoked meat sandwich (ordered the “fatty,” of course), and I saved a few pieces of meat for our pizza party later that night. Though I may have blatantly copied the awesome smoked meat pie at Jane, I was still proud of my pizza draped with smoked meat, mustard, cornichons, and cheddar. Sounds weird, tastes unbelievable.
