Because Reubens have corned beef and sauerkraut (i.e., cabbage)?
Yes. The hostess also served potatoes and coleslaw with carrot shreds in it, thereby duplicating almost all the ingredients I used to put into a full-blown corned-beef-and-cabbage dinner. I guess she could have thought to make the Reubens on Irish soda bread, if that would work. But it was my suggestion, because when the kids left home and I didn't feel like making a whole CB&C dinner just for myself I would order a Reuben on St. Patrick's Day from a pretty good sandwich shop that delivered.
Now that we're talking about it, I couldn't finish my whole sandwich so I brought home a quarter of it, plus a couple of leftover small potatoes. Maybe I'll take out the corned beef from the sandwich, chop everything up, fry an egg, and make corned-beef hash, which was always my favorite part of the whole corned beef & cabbage shebang.
I don't see why not, although availability might depend on how soon you're out. Right now around here I expect the stores are sold out.
True. I've had that experience at least once.
I think I've told my bourbon story before. I always keep a bottle of Jack Daniels in the cupboard (a bottle of Bacardi, too) because sometimes I do like a change. So I was thinking I needed to add bourbon to my drinks, and then I was in the liquor store, and they had Jack Daniels with the bourbons. 
(Jack Daniels is made in Tennessee. I always figured the alcohol had to come from Kentucky to be "real" bourbon.)
Yes, according to my understanding that's the official rule but for all practical purposes Jack Daniels is the same stuff.
I'm not a bourbon expert and I think Jack Daniels is perfectly serviceable. but sometime you might want to try fancier brands. When I met Amanda in Pittsburgh years on years ago, she gave me a bottle of Knob Creek, which I really liked and is usually my choice when I buy bourbon -- not super often but every now and then -- and of course there are bourbons on shelves above that.
I may have told
this story before, but once my brother and I stopped in a bar in Athens, GA -- we were there for our uncle's funeral -- and ordered straight bourbon. The bar manager got all excited and gave us a bunch of shots of really fancy ones to try. That was very fun but the memory always induces a twinge of guilt; when the bill came I was sober enough to recognize that we'd been charged about a third of what our drinks realistically cost. But I was too inebriated to remember to tip according to what the full price would have been -- I tipped 20% or maybe a bit more, but of the low price. The next day I struggled with whether to go back to the bar, or mail them something later, or try to put it all out of my mind. As you can see, I've done none of the above.
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