The Best Reuben.

Now that we have this settled you may go outside and wonder about more trivial things. Like what state has the best state song, which city is best for urban camping, or whether or not brusheezy.com and vecteezy.com are a good idea or not.

Tonight I had the best Reuben. Ever.

In fact, it was so good, that I had to order a second to take home, photograph, eat, and blog about. Don’t believe me?

Glutton

Glutton

Riding my bike in search for a place to eat, I generally stay away from places that I feel I could get hepatitis from just looking at. Then again, these gems have some amazing food. I didn’t let the couple, that I am pretty sure were penetrating each other with swaths of affection, stop me from walking into “My Father’s Place” at 523 SE Grand Ave. The ceiling cladded with musical instruments, mining gear, and tin trucks, welcomes you with a playful dangle. I was greeting my the cook, Morris (I think that was his name). He proceeded to tell me this story about a panhandler, and in a whispery voice, “I was taking a shit and…” I tuned out, but nodded none the less. I was a little nervous.

I sat down, glanced over the menu of typical bar foods: breakfast all day, spaghetti, seafood platter, etc…Reuben…DING! It is one of the few surviving forms of epicurean gut-check for an establishment such as this. Fast forward to chills of happiness and misty eyes. I order a second to take home and start a clumsy bike ride home swinging my bag of magic back and forth as I try to signal my turns, brake, and stay on my bike all at once.

Home-

Bag of magic

Bag of magic

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The Best Reuben Ever-My Father's Place, Portland, Oregon

Meatness is high.

The meat is so good. It breaks apart with the kraut and melts in your mouth. That is my biggest complaint with all other Reubens. The meat always sticks together with the fat. In this one though, the meat/fat ratio is perfect. Very little fat. Lots of butter, so a whole lot of fat. And I am pretty sure he put heroin in it because I am already getting the sweats/chills/shakes. I need another.

NEED.

If you ever pass the place (you’ll see two people practically having sex on the table outside*) go IN!

~Gabe

*By the time I left, he was showing her how to properly choke someone out. It was pretty amazingly random.