This corned beef sandwich is bigger than your face. No joke.
I took a half day from work the other day for no better reason than I wanted this corned beef sandwich. I left work, picked up my cousin and headed downtown to Slyman’s. Located on the corner of St. Clair and E 31st, with plenty of street parking and a large free lot to park in, it’s a super easy find.
We both ordered a reuben and shared a plate of gravy fries. The sandwich is amazing. The corned beef is juicy, tender and full of flavor. The fact that it was a reuben goes almost unnoticed since the ratio of cheese and sauerkraut to meat is way off, but I am ok with this. I mostly order the reuben instead of the plain corned beef sandwich because I like the grilled bread. I guess that I could ask for it that way, but I don’t like asking for special orders at busy places.
You get to add your own thousand island dressing to your sandwich from a squirt bottle that every table comes equipped with. I love this part. I like a lot of sauce on everything and hate sounding like a heffer when I ask for extra x 4.
I can’t even come close to eating the whole thing so I pull off about 60% of the meat and save it for home. Corned beef hash for breakfast??! OKAY, if I must! So dramatic.
The gravy fries were out of this world. Could I pack anymore salt into one meal? Probably not! Don’t judge. You should do the same. The gravy was beefy and perfect. I don’t eat gravy fries often, but these were probably the best I’ve had in a long time.
With only breakfast and lunch hours, I foresee myself taking another half day in the future! You should too.
Why do parents name their kids with their last names as first names too? Do they lack creativity? That’s kinda how I see it. Or maybe they are super rude people?
I went to the Phillip Phillips concert Friday night at the State Theater! And I googled his name to find that he is actually a jr. Meaning TWO sets of parents did this to their child. I don’t get it. Can anybody shed some light on that?
Great show. Weird smells. Not kidding. This conversation occurred:
Me: “It smells like armpit in here.”
Cousin: “I smelled fart a little bit ago.”
Me: “Huh, I smelled burp.”
Followed by lots of awkward laughter.
I bought a Long Island iced tea there. I have never had a pre-mixed drink that I’ve enjoyed and this was no different. It was awful!! I drank half and just couldn’t do any more!
Oh. And my chair was broke. The guy I was sitting next to and I couldn’t move around too much or the other person’s chair would shake. We became friends. Awkwardly. Kinda like sharing a teeter-totter with a stranger.
I want to be clear that none of these are complaints. I absolutely LOVE when things go awry. Weird smells, awful drinks, and broken chairs make my night memorable more than just an awesome performance. I love having stories to go with the “been there, done that” of seeing a concert. Does this make me weird?
Last night I went out to the Cleveland House of Blues for their Halfway to St. Patrick’s Day Party. I was one of maybe 100 in attendance. I’ve never seen the HOB so empty.
I’m guessing it’s because they were charging $6.75 for a Miller Lite. Insanity! I seriously debated just handing that beer back to the bartender. I don’t even like Miller Lite but they only had that or Guinness to choose from.
And I recently had a Guinness float and now I can’t drink my Guinness without ice cream! Don’t make a face. Try it. Game changer.
I had one beer there. I thanked myself this morning. I did not feel like garbage, I was not dying of thirst, AND I made it to work on time (for the first time in 2 weeks).
Have you ever watched an Irish band perform? I have. Many times. I actually enjoy it. The band is always dancing around and they just have so much joy on their faces. I love high positive energy people.
Have you ever watched an Irish band perform and understood the lyrics? I can’t say I have. I assume most songs are about drinking, but I could be completely wrong. I am a fast talker but I just can’t do it. I can’t understand.
Oh well, I will always go watch either way. Great performers!
Anyways. This party seemed like it could have been such a cool event, but I wasn’t that stoked in the end. I’ve been to the HOB on St. Patrick’s Day and it was rocking with people and cheaper beer. In the end I had a great day downtown, eating, gambling, and walking 9872349837 miles.