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| - Ech. I'm not asking for the world from my deli sandwiches, but still. You can pile the pastrami as high as you like, but if it tastes a little too much like a salt-lick and leaves the bread disintegrating in one's hands, what's the point? I had a better Ruben in a faux-deli in the NY NY casino in Vegas, and that bothers me a tad.
Breakfast, sad to report, not much better. It gets the job done, and if it was cheap I would forgive everything, but for $12+ I want good homefries, dammit. Greasy breakfast is better at the Coach House on Yonge, fancy brunch better plenty of other places.
I predict I will be back here for a sandwich at some point. Sometimes you need a fist-sized stack of corned beef, and mediocre is, unfortunately, still a little better than none.
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