So there we were, trudging through Frankfurt airport on the long way back from Prague to Philly last year, when we couldn’t believe our bloodshot eyes:
An honest-to-goodness pastrami and salami sandwich vending machine. Kosher, no less.
Didn’t do it. Something told us we’d be greatly disappointed. Like ordering blintzes at a diner. Ya just don’t. Too much of a gamble …
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