I never met a Reuben I liked. Well, I'm referring to men, and not the sandwich. Questionable acquaintances aside, KW and I decided to have lunch at Sacha & Sons sans our own sons. Decor-wise, the designers/architects worked up a lively deli vibe. Though you order at the counter, the service overall was attentive and prompt and below minimum age.
He had the corned beef and pastrami hash, and we shared a hunk of chopped liver. No complaints on either end.
What I really enjoyed was my Reuben sandwich. Pastrami, Swiss cheese, sauerkraut, and zingy Russian dressing, held snugly between 2 slices of buttered rye.
Now, this is one Reuben I'm happy to get to know better.