Guess Where I'm Eating: Reuben Edition
Every now and then I page through the hundreds of photos in my iPhone and wonder what the hell I'm doing to myself. I am a man made of burgers and fries and tacos, and apparently since coming to Dallas I've eaten a shit-ton of Reuben sandwiches. Most of them have let me down, but there have been a few stand-outs.
This dimly lit East Dallas pub boasts a Kobe corned beef Reuben, according to the menu. They use marble rye and gruyere cheese and, sadly, don't serve french fries. Anyone know where I'm eating?