In the recent issue of Esquire, writers went “coast-to-coast” looking for the “finest meals on sliced bread.” Surprise, surprise,
Cleveland made an impressive showing.
Editors found the corned beef sandwich at
Slyman’s Deli on St. Clair so beautiful they wanted to weep. They described meat as a “softball-sized lump of lean the color of a Great Lakes sunset, kissed with fat and slow-cooked to succulence, then nestled between clouds of fresh bread.” Sheesh, if only our boyfriends would describe us in such loving terms …
