Someone posted a meme that flashed on my FB news feed: "If Kim and Kanye were drowning, and you only had time to save one...what kind of sandwich would you make?" I instinctively answered "Reuben" and then for the next couple hours couldn't stop thinking about the best Reuben sandwich I ever had (at the Grand Cafe diner in the Palace Station, Las Vegas) Finally I had to search Yelp for where I could find a good Reuben, and came across a review for Jack's that mentioned their Reuben. It's nearby, so I gave it a shot.
The place has a surreal quality, akin to when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:30 instead of 7. Just something about it seems slightly out of phase. You walk in, and it looks like a full service sit-down restaurant to the left, but you quickly figure out that it's not. Well, actually, it's a strange hybrid. There are no signs or helpful employees to explain, so when there's not a crowd to follow, it's not clear what to do. There are menus in a rack next to the cash register, so I figured you place your order there (same as several others thought, who came in after me). A friendly employee greeted me with "Are you ready to order?" "Yes." Then, "This isn't where you order, you need to go down to the salad bar."
At the "salad bar" I was asked for my name. I gave it, along with my order and was handed a sheet of paper with my order written on it, no instructions or directions. But I rightly assumed that I should proceed to the register. At the register, there were two guys. One of them was clearly working the register so I moved towards him with my paper, and the other guy called out to me, "Here, I'll take your bar tag for you." I handed him my "bar tag" and he immediately handed it over to the other guy, right next to him on the register. This is a two man register operation.
He rang me up and handed me a giant metal stand with a number on it, again without explanation. They had just taken my name for some reason, but now they are giving me a table number? Just to be sure, I asked, "So...will you call my name, or my number, or will you bring it out to me?" His answer: "Yeah". OK, I walked right into that one.
Please note, none of this is a complaint. Everyone was friendly and nice. it was just strange.
I guess the reason why they asked my name is that they are collecting meta data for the NSA, because they brought the sandwich to my table (sans the fries), and now I wish I would've told them my name was Eric Snowden.
I immediately noted that unlike so many other places, they don't overdo it with the meat. Boy how they don't overdo it with the meat!
A Reuben should be toasted, so I assume that's what this one was. It seemed more like they may have started to toast it, then changed their mind. The end result was bread that resembled stale more than toasted. The sandwich lacked real Reuben flavor, along with the fries I had ordered. About halfway through the second part of the sandwich my "Urban Fries" finally arrived. Not crispy, not hot. They looked and tasted like they had been doctored by a stoner. Creative. Unusual. Not bad. Do they actually follow a recipe for this?
Something was definitely off about the Reuben; something missing. What was it? I couldn't quite put my finger on it until my next-to-last bite. There was no Swiss cheese! Doh!
I was going to give 3 stars, but then I saw that the Yelp definition of 2 stars is "Meh, I've experienced better". Jack's is the textbook definition of "Meh". Thoroughly adequate. read more