This is a strange place. I've driven past it countless times and didn't even realize it had a deli. I thought it was just a wine shop. Upon entering the foyer through the automatic doors (this is the only Reuben establishment I can recall with those, so that's worth something), it's still not clear where to go to get to the deli. We eventually figured out that you go through the doors to the left and all the way to the back through the shopping area. I'm not sure how to describe the shopping area. It's sort of a miniature gourmet grocery store for things you might want to go with wine you bought in the other side of the building. Anyway, back to the deli counter, which actually has a pretty extensive array of things to eat, most of it looking fairly tasty. There's even a sushi bar. But I didn't investigate these things too deeply: I was there for the Reuben, or whatever it was they call it. I placed my order at the deli counter, but there were problems with the register, so I had to go over to the shopping-area checkout to pay. The staff seemed rather non-plussed at having so many customers at once and for the most part didn't handle it very gracefully, though in the end I got what I ordered. As I went to sit in the dining area I saw my wife (Karen) and daughter (Morgan) through a window in the other half of the store: they had come to have lunch with me, but couldn't find the deli area either. They finally found their way over to me, and I sat with Morgan for rather a long time while they filled Karen's order. At least they seem to have fixed the deli counter register by then. The sandwich was served on waxed paper on a plastic tray, nothing special. There was only one item of garnish, but it was substantial: half of a large pickle, which was pretty good if you like that sort of thing. The sandwich, to my surprise, was on untoasted bread. The bread was thick though, and in no danger of getting soggy. There was a thick slice of cheese, and a good quantity of beef and kraut. The dressing was brown and sweet, reminiscent of barbecue sauce, but not bad, and that was mostly what I tasted. The bread and beef were okay, and I don't really recall tasting the cheese or kraut. Overall it was an okay sandwich, with interesting dressing, but not outstanding. Karen liked the place, and the potato salad I shared with her was good. She said the hot dog she shared with Morgan was excellent, which is high praise from her for a hot dog: I assume it was all beef, and it looked to be about an inch in diameter. I didn't get a taste of it, so Morgan must have liked it too. Morgan liked the chandeliers in the dining area, big black wrought-iron looking things with flower decorations and candle-shaped lights. Outdoor seating was also available in front of the establishment, but for some reason we didn't take advantage of it. I wish we had: the deli dining area was almost too bright with the electric lighting, and no windows for natural light at all. I felt like I was dining in a grocery store. I'm not sure how to sum up my Kahn's experience: it was so unusual, and I was distracted pleasantly by dining with my family. It wasn't bad, and I wouldn't be averse to trying the place again, but I'd prefer to try the outdoor seating next time. And one of those hot dogs, perhaps.