The Men of Konopelski’s Meats and Their Very Cool Hats! (All Photos By Gail)
Over the past few years, I’ve enjoyed covering the slow return of various favorite trade shows, such as the Affordable Art Fair and NY Now while holding-out for what I like to call ‘The Big One.’ Finally, after an absence of two excruciating years, the Summer Fancy Food Show (sponsored by the Specialty Food Association) made what can only be called a triumphant comeback in June of this year. It has taken me this long to distill the experience because, wow, the show was just overwhelming on so many levels.
Behold: The Triple Delight Soup at PJ Bernstein (All Photos By Gail)
Shortly after I moved to NYC, I started dating a wonderful Jewish guy. We were together for about 8 years, until we eventually broke up amicably. He was pretty much a perfect boyfriend, but once it was over, what I missed most about our relationship was the delicious Jewish food I enjoyed so very much when we visited his family for the holidays. As a matter of fact, I am still not over it. Because Jewish food is the bomb.
Fortunately, for those who crave authentic Jewish home cooking but either don’t have a Jewish Mother/ Grandmother, or just don’t want the fuss of maintaining a committed relationship, there is PJ Bernstein Deli, where you can eat like you are a member of the tribe every day of the week. Founded in 1965, one visit to PJ Bernstein will show you why celebrities flock to this place, and families trust them to handle all their holiday catering. Continue reading Restaurant Review: PJ Bernstein Jewish Delicatessen Serves All of Your Favorites→
The only reason I happened to walk by this dismantled Pink Desk, abandoned at the curb of an East Village side street waiting to be carried off to the landfill, is that it was a public holiday and I had an appointment with a plate of Perogi at Veselka. If you look closely, you’ll see a pair of horn-shaped protuberances peaking out from behind the drawer, which has been pulled out and laid on the desk surface, and you can extrapolate that this was once a young girl’s Vanity table that is now missing its mirror.
I bet it was well-loved by its previous owner. Maybe, after I went on my way, someone picked it up and took it home to make a few repairs and give it a new life. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.