A Seder in a restaurant? To many, that would be unimaginable, because the event is normally synonymous with the hospitality of a Jewish home. Of course, synagogues and catering halls have long offered communal Seders to all comers, and ecumenical and “theme” Seders now abound — even at the Obama White House, to the tune of the generic Maxwell House Haggadah.
So A-Rod finally breaks his slump with a long drive into the seats, the fans leap to their feet — and wet tuna plops into your lap. Even if there weren’t the usual spat over who makes and packs the snacks for a game, a tuna sandwich or PB&J just doesn’t cut it. At ballparks, salty, fatty, bad-for-you hot dogs and hamburgers aren’t merely tolerated, they’re required. So for observant baseball mavens, being kosher can be unfair.