Remember when you were a young teen and you were okay with kissing for hours without going all the way, because going all the way wasn’t even an option?

That’s what eating a Ruben without pastrami or corned beef is like. You focus in the toasted bread, the salt from the sauerkraut lingers on your lips. The juicy red tomatoes give perfectly at your careful bite. The tempeh is suprisingly good.

In the back of your mind you long for something more… but then you look down and see an empty plate. Go ahead and order another. Take your time.

PS get the soup. It’s hot.