Karl’s Inn of the Barrister’s at 1264 West Third Street is a local favorite. I was directed here by some coworkers who threatened to get physical with me if I didn’t consider trying it. No one was exactly sure of the address and since I didn’t want to wander in the general vicinity, I looked them up, got their address, gave them a call and had this (loosely recorded) conversation:

Me: Do you do take-out?
Them: Yeah, of course.
Me: Do you have corned beef sandwiches?
Them: Whaddaya think?
Me: Can I get a corned beef sandwich to go?
Them: Sure, whaddaya want on it?
Me: Make it the way you like it best. With a coke.
Them: <pause>Whatever. It’ll be a couple minutes.
<click>

Or something like that. On my way over I tried to convince myself that they weren’t being rude, just curt. Or efficient, yeah, that’s what it was. The were just being efficient. Didn’t have time for silly questions.

It was ready by the time I got there. On the counter, even. I grabbed a root beer from the case behind me, slapped down $10.95 for both items and palmed a business card from the counter in front. The price seemed a bit steep but I was willing to wait to pass judgment until I was back at my desk.

Karl looks just like his picture/drawing (below) and his son (I think I heard him call Karl “Dad”) can be seen below and to the right of the Miller Light sign (right). Both were extremely polite, pleasant and exhibited great customer service. I won’t be so timid next time!

Superfluous apostrophes bother me (and this guy, too), so I wondered about their sign on the way back. Should it be “Inn of the Barristers” or “Inn of the Barrister’s”? They don’t seem to discriminate, so I won’t either. If they can make a great-tasting sandwich, who cares, I suppose.

Back at the desk, the ruler showed that this was by far the tallest sandwich so far, right at 3″ thick. And I’m fairly certain it was also the heaviest. Karl certainly makes a good sandwich, too. Pressed between to slices of rye, with a little yellow mustard and some mild white cheese (swiss?) it was a delight to eat.

Karl’s menu shows that I had the “Barrister’s Famous Corned Beef Sandwich” and that it should have received “one pound of corned beef stacked a mile high”, not the three inches I received. Three inches seems about right—I’m not sure what I would have done with a mile of Corned Beef! Was it a pound? It’s too late to tell now! (Their prices must have changed from this menu or else my root beer was a full three dollars.)

It was a good sandwich, the biggest I’ve had yet. Is it the Best Corned Beef in Cleveland? With over twenty on the still-expanding list of known remaining candidates, I suppose it’s still too early to tell.