G&Ts?
That sounds good, but can you look and see if we have any gin left? It will be in the liquor cart thing. I have to stop at safeway anyway, so I can get more if I am out.
'Why We Fight'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
G&Ts?
That sounds good, but can you look and see if we have any gin left? It will be in the liquor cart thing. I have to stop at safeway anyway, so I can get more if I am out.
I've never been able to figure out which was the vital component of the Club -- that it is made with turkey and bacon, or that it is a triple-decker.
I would say it's the whole shebang. Like a Reuben is corned beef and swiss and sauerkraut and Russian on rye. Wrongheaded people clearly differ.
Where shall we have lunch?
Chef Colicchio is opening a Craft here in Century City. It's right by a bunch of big time talent agencies, so I expect I'll be able to get in about never.
If human beings were meant to know, we would have been born with the appropriate condiments in our hands.
If there is any chance at all of my giving birth to something holding a handful of sauerkraut, I'm giving up on this whole breeding thing right now.
OH! AIMEE! Thanks to you, on Monday I will with any luck be buying my exact size in pants off eBay. Good times.
Sure, there's plenty of passages one can cite to say that this or that is the One True Rueben, but who wrote that passage? And in what context?
And should we interpret the passage literally? Perhaps "sauerkraut" is simply a metaphor for the eternal struggle between cabbage and lettuce, thus making the Reuben a representation of vegetable strife for years of yore and years to come.
this is even before we consider the Swiss cheese.
Oh, yes. But it's more possible to camouflage the Swiss cheese--it's the rare cheese that isn't better melted. There's nothing you can do for cabbages. Even sharing a crisper with a cabbage is grounds for, if not damnation, limbo.
From Jess' link:
The year was 1914. Late one evening a leading lady of actor Charlie Chaplin came into the restaurant and said, 'Reuben, make me a sandwich, make it a combination, I'm so hungry I could eat a brick.' He took a loaf of rye bread, cut two slices on the bias and stacked one piece with sliced Virginia ham, roast turkey, and imported Swiss cheese, topped off with coleslaw and lots of Reuben's special Russian dressing and the second slice of bread. [emphasis added]
I have to stop at safeway anyway, so I can get more if I am out.
You can get Fernet there, I'll bet. IJS.
I would say it's the whole shebang
Triple decked, with bacon--any further away from the ur-club than this, and it can no longer be considered a variant.