Manny's is a really cool old-school place which I'm glad exists, but just as soon never eat at again. The light-up Manny's sign is one of the greatest in a city full of great restaurant signs, while the massive hand-written menu board is a work of art in its own way. Upon finding out I had just moved to town from Indianapolis, the friendly manager engaged me in a very entertaining conversation about Indy's December blizzard, which then moved into a discussion of the best places to go sledding in Chicago. The Catholic Bears-jersey-wearing family I sat next to was equally friendly. All this doesn't change the fact that the corned beef was one of the driest sandwiches I've ever eaten.
It wasn't that it was too lean, either, because there was plenty of marbled fat. It's just that the beef was so overcooked that the fat couldn't save it. Each slice was splotches of tasty fat surrounded by chalky dryness. Trying to find something positive to say here… OK, the squirt bottle mustard on the table was very good, and so was the dill pickle.
Honestly, I am the kind of guy who if you put a big pile of sliced meat in front of me, I'll eat it and at least marginally enjoy it regardless of quality. So did I enjoy the Manny sandwich? Kind of. But not nearly $13 worth of enjoyment.
I really like everything about Manny's except the food.