Golden fries served in a signature paper cone at the original Pommes Frites, which was destroyed in a gas explosion on the Lower East Side last spring.
“Pumpernickel is Jewish; white bread is goyish,” said comedian Lenny Bruce in the early 1960s, asserting that Jews instinctively categorize everything as Jewish or not. We agree, especially when it comes to food.
If there is one sentence in the Tanach that makes me yearn for summer, it is, “But they shall sit every man under his vine and under his fig tree; and none shall make them afraid: for the mouth of the Lord of hosts hath spoken it.” [Micah 4:4] In my mind’s eye is a picture of rows and rows of green on rolling hills, each vine bursting with sweet and juicy grapes.
These treats offer both sweet and savory tastes, and smooth and crunchy textures. No gooey, gelatinous rice in these beauties. They are guaranteed to garner raves from your guests.
Where will all those tourists get their overstuffed sandwiches?