In my handwriting on a scrap of paper found on the floor today:
“A sole-shaped knish sold outside the train station.”
There’s also a phone number, NOT in my handwriting. I haven’t a clue. Looks like someone’s food memory, a la Nora Ephron’s recent ode to Hungarian whatever on the op-ed pages of the New York Times, but “sole-shaped knish” didn’t come up on Google. I am a sucker for a good food tip. (Go back and read Ed Levine’s piece on chicken soup for the Times, assuming it’s still on line.)
“A sole-shaped knish” is not “Shaved meats, piled high,” my all-time favorite menu entry, but it’s still pretty evocative. Although I suppose a “soul-shaped knish” would be more evocative still.
Meanwhile, on a vacant storefront in South Baltimore, home recently to Bruno’s, a sub and wing joint: “BUISNESS OPPERTUNITY.” Teaching spelling, I suppose.
Didn’t Nora Ephron talk about Hungarian cabbage strudel? I had some that a friend made for her son’s bar mitzvah last year. I don’t know if it was as magical as the stuff Nora talked about- but it was good.
And for good knishes- the only place is Lipkin’s in NE Philly.
Andrea wrote:
“And for good knishes- the only place is Lipkin’s in NE Philly.”
I have to add Yonah Schimmel Knish Bakery to the shortlist. It’s on the lower east side of NYC. (See http://www.newyorkfirst.com/gifts/9022.html) The knishes aren’t shaped liked either soles (feet) or sole (fish), but they are as heavenly as the place itself is unpretentious. Thanks for giving me an opportunity to think about them and salivate a bit.
Well no Knishs are in my history but I have a Jewish friend who has a holiday party every year and we non Jews get treated to some really good food.
In Andreas comments the word “heavenly” knocked a memory loose from the 60s in San Francisco; on Carl Street in the Haight there was this giant of a black man who opened an ice cream store next door to Mauds, my hang out then and he called his vanilla ice cream Heavenly Blue Vanilla and it was yup sky blue. It was good to be alive and part of shaping a new world then. Well that’s what we thought we were doing but the way things are now I don’t think what we had in mind stuck.
I work in State government. Every time I have to review a document that uses word “public” in it I always check carefully to make sure the letter “l” has not been forgotten. Several years ago a colleague collaborated with a prominent retired judge on a major law review article, and the article almost got published with numerous references to the “pubic good.”
I recently picked up a scrap of paper, found poetry, in the alleyway at my townhouse complex:
Lady called in tears because the(y) cut the red bush clear down to the ground.
Sad day.
Many years ago, when I was a graduate student, my wife taught in the Ithaca Public Schools. They had a luncheon/workshop entitled
“Raising Proffessional Standards.”
A local Chinese restaurant in Ocean City is “Open Year Around”
At my present job, we use a website that was created by a good friend and former colleague of mine named Warren. It was a web tool used to display information about testing environments and also used for problem reporting.
Somewhere along the way, people started calling it “Warren’s Tool.” This continued until nervous giggling was heard at a meeting. So, we started calling it “Warren’s Website.”