“I’ll have what she’s having…”
Last year, around this time, I flew to NYC with my husband to help him prepare a dinner at The James Beard House. We spent most of the trip in the kitchen cooking but luckily the day after the dinner we had a few hours to explore the city.
Our first stop of the afternoon was Katz’s Deli, known as the location for the infamous scene in When Harry Met Sally as well as for its amazing sandwiches. I have never been a fan of the Reuben before — I don’t like rye bread, I despise Thousand Island dressing and I have never been big on corned beef.
But this was by far the most amazing sandwich I have ever tasted. The meat was incredibly tender and flavorful, and even though it wasn’t griddled (which seems to be the norm), it still blew every Reuben I’ve tried out of the water.
I should tell you though — please do not hold it against me! — that the half a sandwich I ate was not even what I ordered. We were both fairly hungover (who knew the bars in NYC stayed open until 5 am?!) and I couldn’t entertain the idea of a sandwich I was afraid I wouldn’t like. I ordered a cheeseburger, which came with a side of dismay from both my husband and the cook. I should have changed my mind right then and there, but all I wanted was to sit down, eat some fries and drink a cherry soda.
While I still regret that moment, and to this day have to deal with unabashed astonishment and judgment from friends when they hear the story, at least my husband’s sandwich was big enough to share. And the next time I’m there, I know what I’ll be ordering — and trust me, there will be a next time!