Skip to comments.Lox and Cream Cheese for Thanksgiving
Posted on 11/22/2012 10:20:47 PM PST by nickcarraway
During the summer, in the Catskills resort community where I grew up during the 50s, getting great Jewish food was not a problem. The hotels on our side of the mountains in Fleischmanns, N.Y., were dying, but there were still enough city people that it was not hard to find smoked fish and salamis and decent rye bread.
In the off-season, it was a different story. The small community of year-round Jews, to which my family belonged, had to return to the mother ship, New York City, for supplies. We went to Houston Street on the Lower East Side, the neighborhood where my father was born.
Visiting what we called the appetizing stores was not the main reason for these trips. You came in to visit family or go shopping in the morning, see a show in the afternoon. My view of the city was shaped by my mothers pronouncements of the indisputable facts, which she considered to be whatever came out of her mouth.
You know how you tell a New York woman, shed say, before leaping out of the car at 34th Street to make for Ohrbachs, a store famous for knocking off Paris fashions and offering them for a fraction of the price, a tactic she much admired. When the wind is blowing and a New York woman has the choice between holding down her skirt and holding on to her hat, she holds on to her hat.
Then she was out of the car, for the three or four hours when she could be one.
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Thanks for posting.
All, Go to the link. A fine old story. And well written.
Thanks so much for posting. Just lovely. Russ & Daughters and belly lox. Two reasons I still love NYC.
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