**300 Reubens**(Official Words)

How I Grew and Bronze Did Too

The Sunset Diner in Greenpoint, BK, met my request for a vegetarian Rueben with an enthusiastic “No” back in 2012. 

The Rueben opens with a fresh face, a hesh offering, and a track intense as dark rye. We go from FDR to Burnside via an ode to smiting Christians by Darkthrone.  

Gus Gordon. Confident, aggressive, and impactful. Something about alliterate skaters packs a punch. Going switch under the bridge and inverts? In a Bronze joint? Let’s go, we suppose. 

Before we get into the meat and ‘kraut of The Rueben, we gotta talk about the sauce. Like Russian dressing or spicy brown mustard, Dick Rizzo sets our flavor for this special. 

We’ve watched him grow from the kid taking the bus from New Jersey to the guy cool enough to pull off Tony Soprano shirts and Starter jackets. Nothing but drip spread evenly.  

Now I see what the Sunset Diner was getting at. The Reuben is simply a sandwich you can’t have without the meat. 

While the future of Bronze looks strong, the familiar faces are still leaping barricades, revealing buffer bodies, and fighting their way onto shoe sponsors. That shit in Seattle was tuff. 

Speaking of, we see the 56k crew trading in the sunny clips of Mallorca and Puerto Rico for Austin, Portland, Seattle, and it fits them well. 

If Dick Rizzo in Solo Jazz to Trust was a pipeline, Grady Smith in Bronze 2020 to The Rueben is an expressway. 

Coming in hot, following the Mark Huminek N.O.T.Y ender, Grady Smith brings the curtains with a loose style packing unlimited potential. Go off, Grady. 

These days, I’m piling my Reubens high to the sky with corned beef. Glad to see Bronze stacking them clips the same way.