"Full of the sound of the Gran Fury, signifying nothing." (granfury)
11/11/2015 at 21:07 • Filed to: None
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"Full of the sound of the Gran Fury, signifying nothing." (granfury)
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Sure, it was just a sandwich, but wow, what a sandwich! For some time, a friend of mine has been telling me about this deli that is just two blocks from my house, but I’d never been there. Another friend and I have tried to go over there, but they have really weird hours, closing most days at just 4:00.
The Reuben was made with pastrami instead of corned beef, but that’s fine. There was a choice of bread, sourdough or rye, but as much as I love sourdough I had to stick with the traditional choice and go with the rye, and in this case the sandwich was run through a panini press. The sauerkraut was nice and tangy, the dressing was solid. Probably the best sandwich I’ve eaten. I now understand why their ratings are 5 out of 5 on most review sites.
Compare this to the kosher deli near my old office. No tang to the kraut, boring, untoasted bread, and of course, no cheese. I understand that being a kosher deli the employees are not allowed to mix meat and dairy, but I don’t eat kosher so please just let me add the cheese myself; it would be the one redeeming quality of an otherwise lackluster sandwich. No, they wouldn’t sell me the cheese so that I could do it myself. This was somewhat reminiscent of when my sister adopted Judaism in order to get married, and that ruined my mother’s pork sausage and spinach stuffing for years until she (my mother) figured out how to make it without pork. Not that any of this stops my BIL from chowing down on bacon cheeseburgers behind my sister’s back, the damned hypocrite...
dogisbadob
> Full of the sound of the Gran Fury, signifying nothing.
11/11/2015 at 21:21 |
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mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Chariotoflove
> Full of the sound of the Gran Fury, signifying nothing.
11/11/2015 at 21:36 |
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You’ve reminded me of the Angelo’s Rueben at Angelo’s in Ann Arbor. Not a Rueben at all, but Turkey and slaw on their home made bread. Mmmmm.
jvirgs drives a Subaru
> Full of the sound of the Gran Fury, signifying nothing.
11/11/2015 at 21:38 |
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Too bad your mother didn’t get creative like my Grandmother. Told my Jewish uncle the pork cutlets were chicken. They never kept kosher anyway. My Uncle loves bacon too much now.
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Full of the sound of the Gran Fury, signifying nothing.
> jvirgs drives a Subaru
11/11/2015 at 21:46 |
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It’s the mother-in-law that’s the issue, and years of indoctrinating the kids into a religion that she had only adopted in 1997. To go from nothing to full-belief (if she truly believes any of it) in less than a year is surprising for someone that didn’t grow up with any religion.
My mother did get creative, although not through lying. She learned how to make her own sausage out of the various turkey bits, and the stuffing returned to about 96.2% of its previous goodness.