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| - I came here because I was roadtripping with my dad, and when I asked my brother's wife whose family is from Cleveland, what one restaurant I should hit up for a unique meal, the answer was Corky and Lenny's. When I looked the place up on the internet on my own, and saw a photograph of a sandwich stuffed to the heavens with succulent meat, I knew that this was certainly the place to visit.
My dad was a little confused that GPS seemed to take us directly to Corky and Lenny's instead of Progressive Field, but that's just how important it was to me for us to have a good meal. Five hours of driving, bee-lining straight for a Jewish deli four states over.
This particular location is in a pretty typical commercial shopping center, shared with like a Whole Foods and I think a TJ Maxx or something like that. So from the exterior, it's probably easy to miss a place like this, but clearly the locals are in the know based on how busy the place was when I went, even at an odd time between lunch and dinner.
Entering the place, at first, it looks like just a deli, where you approach a counter and pick and choose from a large variety of baked goods, and pay for them at the counter, where there are tons of other sundries available for purchase. But then you turn the corner, and it's a huge dining room that constitutes the restaurant portion of the place, and my ultimate culinary destination. The place was well busy, but still had room for two more for my dad and I to be seated immediately.
Service was prompt and polite, and I get the impression that some of the servers have been doing this for a while, based on how familiar they seemed with other guests. Instead of dwelling too hard on the menu, I simply pointed at the picture on the cover of the menu, a huge sandwich stuffed with turkey and corned beef, as what my dad and I both wanted (#12).
The food also came out pretty quickly, and after a long car trip, there was no hesitation to dig right on in. The bread was flavorful, and they didn't drown the lettuce and tomato in Thousand island dressing. And I think I've been eating poor corned beef my entire life, because Corky and Lenny's corned beef, actually tasted like, well, beef. And not some overly salty concoction that could almost be mistaken for pastrami on a bad day.
Despite the server's playfully-mocking "good luck" when she brought the sandwiches, I destroyed mine without much problem. Not to say it was no easy feat, it's just that I was hungry, and I'm a pig. It was wonderfully delicious from first bite to last, and my mouth is watering just recollecting the experience.
Lunch for two and including a tip is easy to clear for like $30, which in my opinion isn't bad at all. A place like Corky and Lenny's really makes me realize that there's no Jewish delis in Atlanta that come even remotely close to the similar quality, and that it looks like travel is necessary in order to even seek a good sandwich.
I can't say that I'll be back any time soon, as for odd reasons, Cleveland has been a difficult destination for me in terms of baseball park pursuits, but those who live in the area are truly lucky and privileged to have this place available.
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