This is the west side standout satisfying Cleveland's questionably excessive infatuation with hot sandwiches packed with salty cured meats. Not sure how sacrilegious it is to admit, but I prefer my Reubens without all that Russian dressing, (what is it made of anyway?) and at TJ's everything comes out exactly the way you want it.
I believe it was the great George Costanza who once said that pastrami is the most sensual of all the salty cured meats. That may be so, but the hot corned beef is the real ride or die ho. Get it with mustard and don't look back.
You should probably get a pound of thick cut bacon here while you're at it since, like Eastern European comfort foods and shockingly bad football, we tend to take our relationships to the extreme here.