My Jewish Stomach

Where hot pastrami goes to live

Terry Barr
Nov 6 · 5 min read
Photo by Grant Ritchie on Unsplash

For the first eighteen years of my life, my family and I made the thirty-mile round trip journey to my paternal grandmother’s house in the red brick apartment complex near Birmingham’s Botanical Gardens, in the otherwise tony section of Mountain Brook.

As we entered Mountain Brook village, we’d stop at Browdy’s, a kosher-style delicatessen, at which Dad…

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Terry Barr

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I write about music, lit culture, sports, food, and my Alabama past in One Table One World, MuddyUm, Indelible Ink, Contemplate, inkMend, and The Weekly Knob.

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