The "marbled rye" just wasn't marbled enough...it was more like rye made with swirls of opposing polarity, as their sole focus, once on my plate, was to segregate themselves. Between burning my mouth on too-hot too-spicy pastrami, trying to hold the bread together, and trying not to pucker my face at the too-sour sauerkraut, this was not a really pleasant Reuben experience for me.
There was cheese on the sandwich--I moevd around the strips of bread several times just to check, because I kept hoping that the knowledge that it was there would make me able to magically taste it. No such luck. The peppery pastrami just stomped on any other flavors there might have been.
The bits of bread were soggy, but not with 1,000 Island dressing, which was barely apparent. Sort of like 1 or maybe 2 Island dressing.
The pickle was kinda nasty, too, though the black olives were a nice touch. It was sort of pathetic, though...like they were saying, "Okay, you know, we really have no idea how to make this attractive. I don't know, maybe...let's throuw a couple of olives on there or something."
The only, and I mean only, saving grace was that we had ordered all-you-could-drink pineapple juice. The juice was good. If I had it to do over again, I would have ordered one of the all-beef-block-an-artery hot dogs and the pineapple juice and not wasted my time with the sandwich.