Tag Archives: Kosher
My search for the best pickles in New York continues….
There was a time when the Lower East Side was intoxicating with the smell of pickle brine. Originally, pickle vendors would hawk their bites from pushcarts along Orchard and Hester Street. At that time, pickles were a more common food than hot dogs. Today, it’s unfortunate that only one pickle business remains in an area that used to be known as “pickle alley.” (more…)
My search for the best corned beef/pastrami in New York continues….
Part of the deli experience is the deli man. There is even a documentary made about this cultural icon. While I was sitting at Ben’s Best Kosher Deli, I watched the owner Jay Parker walk around and joke with some of the diners. He never made it to my table, but in all fairness, it was an off-hour and I imagine he wanted to sit down and take a break. I also probably don’t put out the “talk to me” vibe when I’m out by myself. I’m trying to be incognito and get an unbiased taste of the food. (more…)
My search for the best falafel in New York continues….
Every time I move on to another food journey, I turn to my readers to find out where they think the “best” version of this dish can be found. Before I even begin eating, I can usually predict the winners. But in the case of falafel, a realtively unknown little kosher pizzeria named Naomi’s won the poll by a landslide. This place is way out in Flushing, Queens nowhere near a subway stop yet it beat favorites like Taim and Mamoun’s by a landslide. It received close to 5 times more votes than any other falafel restaurant.
I wonder how this happened. Maybe Naomi’s launched a campaign for their customers to vote for them or perhaps I have a huge readership out in Flushing. Or maybe it’s more well-known then I gave it credit for. (more…)
My search for the best cheesecake in New York continues….
Picking up a cheesecake from S&S is a little like a scene from the Mission: Impossible series. Taking the subway all the way up to Kingsbridge in the Bronx is an adventure unto itself. But then making it inside the bakery is daunting.
I was eager to try this much-lauded cheesecake and I had called to confirm they would be open. You can’t reach an actual person; only an answering machine that says they are open for pick-up weekdays and Sundays until 3pm. I had arrived on a Thursday a little bit after 2pm. The gated door was not terribly welcoming. It almost looked like the business had shuttered. And the door itself was locked.