Reuben Me the Right Way

Eating healthy is over-rated, and I'll tell you why.

Tonight before a double-header, we went to the Eleven City Diner for grub. As you may know, I dig this place. I mean, Isaac Hayes-magnitude dig dig dig.

And ever since Sarah and Jesse's rehearsal dinner at Hackney's a couple of weekends ago, where Reuben sandwiches and I reignited our love affair, there's nothing else I've wanted to eat at a bar or sandwich place.

So for dinner tonight, I got Rubin's Reuben (corned beef on dark rye, melted Swiss all over like global warming hit it, slaw, sauerkraut) and we shared a plate of fries drowning in Wisconsin cheddar (if you're putting that much cheese on fries, the fries better be snap-pop-crackle crispy, and they were). I also celebrated the fact that we had summertime weather today with a bottle of Red Stripe. Good thing we only had about 45 minutes to eat, otherwise I would have polished off all the fries.

To cut a long story short, I hit a triple and a home run.

Sometimes you wish you played a sport like gymnastics or track or something, and not have teammates who run on beer and red meat. I guess I sealed my fate at age 10, when I decided to join softball in school. C'est la vie!