Spotted in one of the hippest design stores in Toronto’s Kensington Market: A teal-green T-shirt emblazoned with the word “Kosher” in Hebrew, along with a Hebrew transliteration of the neighborhood’s name.
No one apart from Hallmark actually cares about Father’s Day. It’s on the calendar as a toothless Title IX quid pro quo so that dads don’t whine about Mother’s Day.
After an Ontario Supreme Court ruling in the restaurant’s favor, Caplansky’s re-opened for business on June 11.
For Canadian author Michael Wex, the process of researching Yiddish cuisine was almost as distasteful as a glass of a p’tcha (calves foot jelly) on an empty stomach.
When I was last in Israel a few years ago, I remember being struck by the scores of fresh juice and smoothie kiosks around Tel Aviv and Jerusalem. Some were small and humble — little more than an old-fashioned citrus press and a blender. Others were more elaborate. But they were everywhere, dotting open-air markets and streets, often adorned with a perfectly glistening pomegranate or pomelo sliced in half sitting a top a pile of fruit, beckoning like a mirage.