That first bite at this Ohio deli hits different. The corned beef is piled so high on rye bread that your first instinct is to laugh, then immediately figure out a game plan.
The air inside carries the smell of slow cured meat and decades of loyal regulars. Founded in the nineteen sixties by immigrant owners, this spot has been feeding Cleveland one impossibly stacked sandwich at a time. People drive hours just for lunch here.
Forget table manners. Forget a clean shirt…