When I first moved up to Minneapolis I waited tables at this place. There was a reuben on the menu that they were sort of known for at the time. But it wasn’t like any other reuben I’d ever had. The corned beef was braised. So the results were not a slice of dry beef, but the most tender, pull-apart, juicy bliss. It was basically like a love child between a pot roast and a corned beef brisket.
Fast forward about a bajillion years and here I was, just this past weekend, standing among a St Patricks Day haven at the local market: a giant cooler full of corned beef briskets. Score! Totally trying this reuben thing at home. Continue reading