In light of the above, make mine.....Pastrami.
The question could be "Are you a loud man, or a quiet man?" Allow me to explain.
My friend Jim is the loudest man I know. Possibly the loudest man I have ever met. We were working in the operating room one day, as is our custom. The discussion came to lunch. The circulating nurse took orders for a local sandwich shop. Since Jim had been called upstairs to the ward, the surgeon asked "What should we get for Jim? Does anyone know what he likes?"
The patient, an elderly woman who was apparently asleep, suddenly spoke: "He'll take pastrami."
We were startled. The surgeon asked her, "How do you know he likes pastrami? Do you know him?"
"No," said the patient, with absolute self-assurance. "But he is a loud man. And loud men always prefer pastrami."
When Jim returned, we asked him if he likes pastrami. He said yes, he loves it. But how did we know that?
PASTRAMI