Re:The secret to the perfect Reuben
One of the best reubens I ever had, and this is absolutely no joke... I was trapped in a lesbian bar around noon one St. Patrick's day because there was an active shooter on the next block (he'd killed a family member and had blockaded himself in the house, eventually ended up shooting it out with the police and lost), and the police herded anyone on the sidewalk into the bar and wouldn't let anyone leave for a couple hours.
Made the best of the situation as long as I wasn't able to leave... cold beer, friendly atmosphere, and they made their own corned beef that day. Piled high on marble rye, grilled just right (I think they used garlic butter on the bread), I got another to take with me when it was clear to leave.