Rueben Sandwiches
I've traveled the world o'er and consider myself a connoisseur,
Of the sandwich specialities of many a haughty entrepreneur.
I've sunk my teeth into tuna fish and spicy barbecue,
But there ain't nothin' like a rueben and a cold, foamy brew!
Fable has it that the reuben was concocted by one Rueben Kay,
Circa nineteen fifty-five during a poker game one fine day.
He certainly did his part to put Omaha, Nebraska on the map.
I will ever appreciate the culinary skills of that fine chap!
Ah, my taste buds just tingle thinking about this luscious repast.
The unlikely ingredients of a rueben sandwich are unsurpassed!
Corned beef, swiss cheese and heaps of sauerkraut,
Tucked between slices of rye with horseradish, just a wee amount!
There are many sandwich delicacies to choose from, I do declare,
But if there's a reuben listed on the restaurant's bill of fare,
You can rest assured that is what I will always opt for;
That's a forgone conclusion even before I enter the door!
I've devoured greasy hamburgers, hotdogs and sloppy joes by the score,
Ham and cheese, chicken salad and fancy finger sandwiches galore,
Even concocted my own version of the famous Dagwood Bumstead,
But any time a rueben is proffered, I'll take one of them instead!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2010
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