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| - This is an ice cream parlor that's been in this location for almost 60 years now. The ice cream is good, and the interior has a nostalgic feel. It's not a very expensive place, nor is the food remarkable or a good value.
We've eaten here for over 20 years, but seldom. The food used to be pretty good, now it's just decent.
My wife and I had the Reuben. I love Reubens and so does she. Commendably they ask if you want mustard (yellow) or thousand island (an abomination). I make a very good authentic one myself. The one I was served today had four thin slices of nearly tasteless corned beef, topped with some cole-slaw (why???) a bit of sauerkraut and a little bit of relatively bland white cheese (a Reuben is supposed to have Swiss cheese). It was made with a bland rye bread with oatmeal crust. My first bite was gristle such that the first half of my sandwich fell apart and the ingredients fell out (except for the cheese). My second bite was similar and so was the third, I had managed to chew and swallow about half the first sandwich half, a quarter of it (no easy feat) before I got to a decent bite, and thankfully I managed to easily masticate the rest of my sandwich.
My wife's sandwich wasn't tough at all, but she was similarly unimpressed. The chips were fine though mine were made soggy by falling slaw and kraut. The dill pickles were nearly inedible- they were tough, though they did taste like dill. Lest you think that we should be gumming our food at some cafeteria for retirees who never had a dental plan- we aren't retired, and we have good dental insurance coverage.
I will say- they have painted the place since we were last there. It's due for a good upholstery cleaning though. The men's and women's rooms are on opposite ends of the dining area. I can only comment on the men's room: It was clean but they have a narrow door about three feet from a second one. They open inward so you will have to grab at least one handle after you wash your hands and discard the automatically dispensed paper towel.
I think we've had enough of the food. But if we ever need a malt, we'll be back.
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