Edmonton, Ab.

This offering comes to us from Donna’s Eatery on the far west side of Edmonton. In fact it’s so far west that I thought that I was in Acheson. I know what you’re thinking…  “Come on… how close to Acheson are we talking”…. Well after a bit of google maps sleuthing, I discovered it is about 2km as the crow flies. Or is it as the fly crows. 

Anyway this reuben was worthy of either municipality. With enough meat on each sandwich to capsize a sub… marine sandwich. And a pickle spear big enough to at least partially obscure a sub’s periscope. 

Dedicated fans of the blog, maniacs as they’re lovingly known as, may recognize a resemblance the gentleman (Kent) photo’d bears with another former guest of the blog (Matt, see Blairmore, Medicine Hat, Medicine Hat). (sorry for all the parentheses). These two men are brothers and Matt happens to be my brother-in-law. So I suppose that makes Kent my friend-in-law. That’s right Kent, we’re homies, legally. Anyway that was a long winded way to make that joke… A joke which I'm sure isn't even all that original. But hey, I bet it’s never been made on a reuben blog.

Speaking of uncharted territory, the other part of this lunch was a game of Chess! Chess and reubens. A combo as natural as peas and carrots. Few things can fire the mind towards the strategic maneuverings of Queens and Knights like a big, sweaty meat sandwich. Regardless, Kent is a strong player, shaking off any meat related effects and doing away with me several times in a row! 

Fast too. 

You might even say faster than a fly crows to Acheson! 

Bravo legal friend… Bravo!