My mother always said "If you can't think of anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." Well, here's the nice thing about Bellacino's: you get a lot of sandwich for your money. Of course, my mother will probably tell you that I rarely listened to her while I was growing up, so why start now. The experience was somewhat less than stellar. First of all, the guy taking orders took a phone call before taking my order. It wasn't a short phone call, either. Then, the sandwich was quite possibly the worst Reuben I have ever eaten. The corned beef was abysmally bland, the sauerkraut lacked a zing, they used incredibly bland mozzarella cheese, and I barely noticed the Thousand Island dressing. In light of the overwhelmingly negative aspects of the visit, I think it is safe to say that my first Bellacino's Reuben is also my last.