En route to the UCLA-Cal ugliness on Saturday, I stopped at Langer's to finally taste what all the fuss is about. Heeding suggestions I'd gathered from Langer's veterans, I called ahead and placed my order for a #10 - on rye with swiss and dressing but no slaw. Once I pulled up to the curb, they ID'd me by my car, and brought out the goods to the curb. I managed to keep clean from pastrami debris as I worked my way north on the 110, enjoying each flavorful bite. Indeed, the bread is very good, and managed to uphold the structural integrity pretty well. Regulars claim that the meat portion isn't what it used to be, and I'm not sure what exactly I should expect from a $10 sandwich, but I wasn't complaining. Now, I have some idea of the Langer's legend.