My Jewish Stomach
Where hot pastrami goes to live
Nov 6 · 5 min read
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…

