I am smitten.

Oh Reuben. How I love thee.

With you, man has mastered the sandwich. You make the turkey club cower for mercy. The patty melt averts its eyes. Even the mighty monte cristo walks away in shame.

I will find you, Reuben, where you most expect me to: any fine establishment, or shithole, at which you are prepared. The best amongst you will be documented here, for all to share in your majesty.

Let those who have gone before me lead the way. And I, Reuben R. Reuben, will share tales of your glory.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Brent's in Northridge, CA

Brent's is the standard bearer.
It's a ridiculous, boring drive only survivable with the specter of this sammy at the conclusion.
Valet park in the strip mall which houses this jewel of the valley.
You can get it with their home made pastrami, or corned beef. Just enough kraut, toasty fresh rye, and thick as hell. This 2nd half came home with me for dinner.
One caveat -- the Russian dressing comes on the side, which is great for people like me who want to parcel out the right amount.
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousFebruary 5, 2009 at 3:44 PM

    Is Russian the same as 1000 Island? it has to be 1000 Island and nothing else added- no mustard no extras.

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  2. Reuben R. ReubenFebruary 7, 2009 at 4:18 PM

    Russian is indeed 1000 Island by my definition. Ketchup and Mayonnaise in the simplest forms. Mustard is a travesty.
    -- RRR

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