BEST DELICATESSEN - 2005
Seventy years is a long time to be the pastrami king of Minneapolis, but if you've tucked into a pastrami sandwich at Brothers lately, all hot and steamy, piled high on good thick rye, ecstatic with the precisely correct ratio of soul, nostalgia, and salt, you'll know that even 70 years in, the reign of this emperor is still just and good. What, you say, smarty-pants? Nothing in Minneapolis is 70 years old? We immediately bulldoze anything that begins to amass that terrifying stink of history? Okay, yes, that is true. To trace the full 70 years of Brothers you have to remember Mike's Café, opened by the current Brothers grandfather in the space now occupied by that check-cashing joint near the 7th St. Entry, where Grandpa Mike used to cure his own corned beef and pastrami, and simmer down his own oxtails. Well, today the oxtails are out, and fresh salads with homemade dressings like blue cheese and mustard-maple are in, but otherwise the soul, the spirit, and, above all, the corned beef and pastrami (now flown in from the Bronx) are as strong as 70 years' experience should bring. So won't you join us in offering a bouquet of exclamation points as a toast to Brothers' first 70 years, and all our wishes for 70 years more!!!