This royal beast of a sandwich doesn’t ask for attention—it commands it. We’re talking locally sourced pastrami, piled high and served hot like it just clocked out of a sauna. All that juicy goodness gets laid onto a buttered, toasted bun like it’s being tucked into bed. Then we crown it with garlic aioli

(because mayo is for peasants), melted jack cheese that knows how to stretch, sautéed onions doing their sweet caramelized thing, and a crisp layer of red leaf lettuce to pretend we’re being responsible. It’s bold. It’s messy. It’s everything a pastrami sandwich should be.