You could fly back and forth to Israel to keep up with the food and design scenes. But Emily Berg might have a better idea.
There I was, like a character out of a Nora Ephron film, standing in the middle of Zabar’s, asking anyone within earshot the difference between their two beet soups. The bustling Manhattan store’s two versions of borscht boast the same color, almost the same ingredients. Scrutinizing the two containers, I hold them up to the sage pastrami-slicer behind the deli counter, asking him how the two vary. Can I eat either cold? He shrugs, smiles and nods.
An Israeli-born chef is making waves with his cheeky “not-kosher” menu.
The pool of Jewish sushi chefs is shallow. The circle of female Jewish sushi chefs, even smaller. And Jewish women sushi chefs who are certified knife sharpeners? Possibly a society of one — Yael Peet.
In an unassuming corner of Eden Wok, a fast-casual Asian-inflected eatery on East 34th Street, a new poke spot quietly debuted Tuesday night. Koshe Poke is taking advantage of the poke (pronounced poh-kay) craze that’s been spreading east from its origins in Hawaii to the mainland’s West Coast and now to our own little overpopulated island of Manhattan.