March 20, 2015, - 6:27 pm

Wknd Box Office: Divergent Series: Insurgent, The Gunman, It Follows, Deli Man

By Debbie Schlussel

Nothing I can really recommend that’s new today at movie theaters:

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* “The Divergent Series: Insurgent“: This is the second installment of the dull Hunger Games rip-off, The Divergent Series. I didn’t like the first one much (read my review), and this one is only slightly better. Like the first one, this is long, slow, and boring. But at least there’s more action and special effects. Still, the movie is confusing and pointless.

And at the end, we learn that all the killing and animosity between various factions of humans was just “an experiment” performed by humanitarians. Really? This is what passes for humanitarian only in place like Iran. By the way, if you don’t know what I’m talking about it’s for two reasons. First, you need to have seen the first installment of this movie series to understand what’s going on in this boring, blah, dystopian world. Second, I saw the first movie, and I still didn’t really know all of what was going on. It’s confusing. And it’s hard to remember a first movie from over a year ago that was so boring I struggled to stay awake.







Also, the acting in this movie stinks. The vastly overrated Shailene Woodley’s version of acting is speaking through her nose and at the edge of her gravelly throat. All I can hear throughout is her real-life bragging about how she likes to eat clay. Her lesbionic haircut doesn’t help things. Two of the leading males in the movie have both played her lovers in recent previous movies, including the guy who plays her brother in this one. Come on, Hollywood, come up with some new casting choices AND new storylines beyond dark, dusty futures where kids must kill to survive.

The story: in dystopian America, the humans who are left are divided into a few groups, according to their personalities and are taken from their parents to be raised and trained by their groups. But those who cannot be neatly put in one group and show multiple traits are called “Divergents” and considered to be a danger to society. Tris (Woodley) is a Divergent on the run with fellow Divergents. They are being sought out for death (and first, for experiments) by the evil dictator, Jeanine (Kate Winslet).

Ho hum. Who cares?

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* “The Gunman“: This long, slow, boring, incredibly cheesy movie is Jeff Spicoli’s, er . . . Sean Penn’s attempt to become an aging action hero a la Liam Neeson in the “Taken” movies. But it and he fail miserably. The story is stupid and nonsensical, and, um, it’s Sean Penn, so it’s laughable. The movie was co-written and produced by Penn, and it shows. It’s utter crap and not the least bit interesting. I struggled to stay awake. I also felt I was stuck in a 1990s time warp as this movie seems anachronistic and at least two decades behind the times in terms of presentation and storyline (hey, just like Sean Penn’s real-life mindset).

Also, I think the purpose of this movie was for Sean Penn to show us multiple gratuitous shots of his buff chest without his shirt on. But if I wanted to see that, I’d watch “Magic Mike.” Nobody wants to see this grizzled old man shirtless. He looks like a caricature of what Jeff Spicoli used to be, complete with a corny scene of Penn surfing and running to land from the crashing waves. The overstuffed Penn physique looks comical, like Hans and Frans found an extra “pump you up” bodysuit and put Spicoli into it. I couldn’t stop laughing. Spicoli at 70 ain’t pretty (yeah, I know Penn is only 54, but he looks 74.) Watching Penn repeatedly sucking the face of his love interest in public and then having stupid sex with her, I felt like I was watching a nutty old uncle with no edit button. Eeeuuw. No thanks.

Iran-lover Penn plays a hitman for some private outfit, which is now stationed in the Congo. He is assigned to assassinate the country’s mining minister for a private client. Eight years later, he is trying to live a new life doing humanitarian work, digging wells for a Non-Governmental Organization (NGO) in the Congo, when armed men try to kill him. The rest of the movie, Penn travels to England and Spain, seeking out the identity of his would-be assassins and their reasons, which are never made clear. And, frankly, I didn’t care. You won’t either.

Throughout this unbearable waste of time, I kept thinking about Sean Penn’s character (and the actor himself), “Just Die Already!” Sadly, the actor is still with us and lives another day to make yet another bomb.

High-quality Gitmo torture material.

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* “It Follows“: Oy vey, what utter dreck! I hate-hate-hated this movie, subsidized by Michigan taxpayers via the abominable Michigan Film Tax Credit. Billed as a “horror movie” or “thriller,” it was neither scary nor thrilling. Just a long, slow, dumb, utter bore. Apparently, the purpose of this movie was for some immature writer, director, and casting agent to get to see a lot of nude actresses and actors and then ask them to have sex. Um, don’t we already have plenty of that? it’s called, “porn.” Yup, this movie is Exhibit A of why taxpayers shouldn’t be forced to pay for Hollywood-wannabes’ trash. It’s time for clean-up in Aisle Eight, and fortunately, it looks like the film subsidies will soon get the ax. Should’ve happened long ago. Oh, and did I mention this movie features the feel-good mother-rapes-her-son scene of the year?

The “plot” (if you can call it that): a college-aged girl has sex with a guy she just met. Then, he ties her up in a chair and tells her she’s just been invaded by a monster or evil spirit or whatever he means by “it.” And the only way for her to get rid of it is to have sex with someone else right away to get rid of it. Instead, she doesn’t do much and she starts seeing weird ghosts walking around. Then, she decides to have sex with two different guy friends, but it doesn’t help get rid of the demons. The end.

And can you believe that a bunch of idiotic movie critics liked this absolute crap?

Why must Michigan taxpayers pay for this turd-fest? A hundred minutes of my life I’ll never get back. The only thing I liked about this movie was the ’70s(or ’80s)-style synthesizer soundtrack.

Yup, yet more high-quality Gitmo torture material.

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* “Deli Man“: I thought I would really like this because I love delis, I’m a foodie, and am interested in Jewish culture. But I didn’t find anything new or interesting in the documentary, save for the fact that there were more Jewish generals in the Confederacy Army than in the Union one during the Civil War. That fact, mentioned in the movie, wasn’t worth sitting through this to find that out, as I have a whole library shelf full of history books on Jews in the Civil War I should be reading instead. The movie was relaxing filler–empty calories you might sit through if you have nothing better to do. But I don’t think I’d pay ten dollars to see it. I didn’t come away from it with anything. In fact, it was kind of pointless.

Usually, a documentary has a point of view or tries to shed some light on something interesting. I didn’t find that here. Instead it was a smorgasbord of unnecessary and mostly obvious information on delis. The movie occasionally, through different speakers, laments the dying out of the American deli, and tries to claim delis as some form of Judaism and Jewish culture and food. But, actually, there is nothing really Jewish about deli food at all. Jews in Europe and the Middle East did not eat this kind of food. Delicatessens became a mainstay of Jewish immigrants to America, as they were poor and with limited time while working at sweat shops and factories in New York in the late 1800s and early to mid-1900s. They went to delis for a quick, cheap meal. While many in the Yiddish-speaking culture ate at delis and many delis were operated by Jews (and occasionally Jewish and Yiddish words made their way onto menus), there is nothing distinctly Jewish about delis.

The only distinctly Jewish thing about the Jewish people is the Torah and the Jewish law that derives from it. And, yet, most of these people involved in delis are JINOs (Jews In Name Only) who don’t cling to the Jewish religion at all but cling to these foods that have no meaning and no staking claim in Judaism throughout its thousands of years of existence. They are what I call, “Jews In Food Only”–the liberal, self-hating Jews who brag about their latke recipes on Chanukah but eat ham and cheese sandwiches and won’t condemn Palestinian terrorism in unelected positions in the Detroit Jewish community, for instance (yes, there is a woman who exemplifies this). They loved knishes, but more important–and very damaging to the Jewish existence–they love Obama and Hillary more.

I noted that in this deli movie as I note in real life, most delis are not kosher (they pretend they are this fictional phrase, “kosher-style”; kosher is not a style, it’s a Jewish dietary law–either you are kosher or you are not). And most delis are open on Jewish holidays. The deli owner who is the focus of the movie–David “Ziggy” Gruber, a Cordon Bleu-trained chef, third-generation deli operator, and owner of Kenny & Ziggy’s Deli in Houston–thinks he is still connected to Judaism because he serves chopped liver in the style of his grandfather. Yet, the movie celebrates his marriage to an Irish Gentile woman as somehow carrying on the deli tradition and, thus, the Jewish tradition. In fact, it’s the exact opposite. It ends Judaism in his line of descent (though it appears that Gruber’s own mother may not even be Jewish, which would mean that neither is he). The food he serves doesn’t do a damned thing to change that. (I was surprised that he could not even correctly pronounce the word, “challah”–the name for the Jewish braided loaves of bread we traditionally eat on the Sabbath and holidays.)

Here’s a tip for David Gruber: serving–or even eating–pastrami on rye doesn’t make you a good Jew or even Jewish at all. Anyone can eat that, and deli food is popular with many, regardless of faith. Again, the one thing central to Judaism is belief in and observance of the Torah. Perhaps the disappearance of the American Jewish deli is symbolic of American Judaism as American Jews intermarry, embrace secularism and liberalism, and disappear from Judaism altogether.

According to the movie, at one time there were at least 1,500 delis just in Manhattan alone (and not counting the many more in New York’s four other boroughs). Now, the movie claims there are fewer than 150-200 in the entire country, and only five in Manhattan, one of them kosher.

The movie seems only to focus on “authentic” delis as Judaism. But delis aren’t authentic Judaism. Not even close.

Chicken soup with matzoh balls and lukshen kugel are very tasty, and as with many other ethnicities and religions, food does play a role in Jewish culture. But it is a minor role. Good food is neither the legacy of Judaism nor the key to the long-term survival of the Jewish people.

The death of delis in America is not the tragedy in Judaism, the death of Judaism in America is the tragedy.

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21 Responses

“Jews in Food Only” (JIFO’s). I can name another: the late sleaze merchant Al Goldstein, who for years claimed that the essence of being Jewish was eating cholent at the 2nd Avenue Deli in lower Manhattan. Yet absolutely nothing about his philosophy or worldview or anything, was even remotely Jewish (especially given his frequent proclamations that he would have worked with Adolf Hitler so long as the check cleared – that’s Jewish?!). Which seems to jibe with the analysis and critique of the Deli Man film.

As for Kate Winslet’s character in The Divergent Series: Insurgent, am I the only one to notice that said character seems to be a Hillary Clinton doppelganger? (Naturally, I won’t waste 10 or so bucks to see any of these offerings.)

ConcernedPatriot on March 20, 2015 at 9:39 pm

    If you like horror, give It Follows a shot. Some people dont think it lives up to the hype from the critics, but its definitely a great horror movie. Dont go in expecting jump scares, just more like a feeling of dread.

    John on March 21, 2015 at 9:49 am

It’s a good thing that Spicoli, I mean Penn is not a hypocrite who stars in a gunman movie but supports gun control at the same time. Oh, wait…

Concerned Citizen on March 20, 2015 at 10:21 pm

    sean penn isn’t anti-gun. He’s only anti-gun, when guns are in the hands of common citizens. He’s pro-gun, when the guns are in the hands of the government or Hollywood celebrities, like himself.

    Tribuckeye on March 21, 2015 at 9:11 am

Penn had pectoral implants at St. Joe’s in Santa Monica.

DS_ROCKS! on March 20, 2015 at 10:52 pm

There used to be a deli off of City Line Ave. in Philly called “Green’s” that served what they called the “Crazy” sandwich: chopped chicken liver, corned beef and crispy bacon on grilled rye. It was the most amazing food I’ve ever eaten. This was back in the early ’80s. It’s probably gone by now. But they roasted fresh turkeys every morning for their lunch meat.

DS_ROCKS! on March 20, 2015 at 11:05 pm

    Barson’s Deli in Cherry Hill, NJ also had the Crazy sandwich–Chopped Liver, Bacon and Corned Beef.

    Pikesville, MD outside of Baltimore has serveral kosher delis.

    lexi on March 23, 2015 at 11:52 am

I grew up in NJ. I remember going to the Jewish deli and getting a sandwich on the meat side, and then crossing over to buy a couple of slices of cheese from the dairy side. The place really was kosher in every respect. Nothing like that here in my part of cali…

EDS on March 21, 2015 at 12:20 am

I live in Utah now but grew up in Baltimore where we used to get the best coddies. Also they had meat knishes. I guess these foods are only on the east coast. I sure miss this type of food.
Even when we drive to Vegas no one has coddies or meat knishes.

Fred on March 21, 2015 at 1:54 am

This guy didn’t like It Follows?
The film had some of the best shots and music in a horror film ever. It was a big nod back to 80s horror when we horror wasnt the garbage it is today. Never mind the great cast including a great lead. I personally thought the movie and idea was pretty terrifying, but that differs from person to person. Oh well. It got great reviews and its expanding next week.

John on March 21, 2015 at 9:44 am

Debbie,

You are way too kind. Spicoli looks more like 94 with senile dementia setting in years ago. Computer imaging in this case seems amazing. Can’t even detect his walker and Depends undergarments.

Recalcitrant Zionist on March 21, 2015 at 9:48 am

Great reviews! I have never liked that prune-faced Sean Penn. And his wee brain is as shriveled & wrinkled as his old, yucky face. Next!

Glad DS called out the paucity of talent in Shaileen WhatsHerFace. She is beyond annoying & thinks she’s more charming than she could ever be. Gosh, chicks like that are so annoying. But she’s the fav of the Proles these days so that tells you where the culture rot is.

That horror movie sounds like glorified porn. Still, at least it gets going with a dumb broad having sex with some awful guy before she even knows him…just as it’s done in 2015. All I can see are hornbag guys behind the scenes writing up a draft of a crap film just so they can set up & perv on dumb bitchies not knowing they are being used & discounted for lascivious purposes. Let’s hear it for FEMINISM & for the hornbags who profit on it’s total failure & the TRUE emptiness of the female brain! YAY!

I enjoyed all the info in the review of the Deli Doco. I’d like to see a doco on the commentary DS provided.

Skunky on March 21, 2015 at 10:51 am

It seems like this dystopian movie is a portrayal of individualism gone amok. It would be nice to have a movie about collectivism gone amok.

Little Al on March 21, 2015 at 2:13 pm

More Jewish generals in the Confederacy than the North? Yet another way of portraying Jews indirectly as racist. The attacks on Netanyahu aren’t enough, I guess.

LA: Normally I would agree with you, as this is usually the case. However, in this movie, it was nothing like that. The man who is the focus of the movie has his deli in Houston, and there was a brief discussion of how many people are ignorant to the fact that there was a large Jewish population in the South throughout American history. Was not to portray Jews as racists. DS

Little Al on March 21, 2015 at 2:20 pm

Debbie, I had a choice of seeing Deli Man or Gett: The Trial of Viviane Anselm last week in the Bow Tie Fine Arts Theaters near my home in New City, New York. New City is in the epicenter of Jewtopia, near Monsey, New Square and Montebello and Wesley Hills. Rockland County, NY has the highest percentage of Jews in a county in the entire nation, surpassing Brooklyn (Kings County) by almost 10%. I like this theater as it shows all the Manhattan Arts films and of course, gets high traffic, since Jews like art film. Gett, which literally has a 100% rating on Rotten Tomatoes is one of the best films I have seen in my entire life. I am a grad of NYU Film School, a.k.a., Tisch School of the Arts so I am very picky. This is an Israeli Film about the struggles of a couple and her trying to obtain a Gett (that is how they spell it Gett, not Get). I can’t describe to you, a litigator as I am, what a wonderful courtroom and human drama this is. I could have seen Deli Man, but who needs to with my background. My uncle Sid, who has the longest comb over ever is 92. He was a waiter at the late Great Stage Deli for 25 years and 10 years at the great Carnegie (it will keep going on since the owners own the building – the Stage could not pay a huge rent hike). My father worked at the Stage and Carnegie too while he was in between owning restaurants. Ah, all the free pre Theater meals I had at the Stage. All you had to do was to thank the manager Artie. Woody Allen must have modeled the waiter in Broadway Danny Rose after my Uncle Sid who threw the food at you. My fathers friend from the Lower East Side, Murray Olshansky worked at Katz’s for 35 years – when it had its own parking lot and the tourists and hipsters had not yet discovered it. We looked down our noses at Katz’s because the neighborhood, which is not mega fashionable, was a slum in the 1960s-1990s. So, Deli Man was not a novelty to me! I see from your review, you didn’t love it either. I’m spoiled here in greater NYC – I see all the indies that just don’t get released nationwide. Please Debbie, hunt it out and see the GREAT ISRAELI film Gett: The Trial of Viviane Anselm. If you have not seen the great Israeli Film Fill The Void (it was shown on Star’s cinema in Jewtopia NJ where I live, get your hands on that too. Debbie’s audience. Please see Gett!

Susan on March 21, 2015 at 7:11 pm

There are some very interesting stories about delis, but this “Deliman” movie sure sounds like it missed them. You’d think that the movie would at a bare minimum include lots of appetizing visuals of the food–which is de rigueur in just about any movie that concerns food preparation or restaurants. But it sounds like even that standard was neglected, or at least it wasn’t sufficiently interesting to even mention.

So, if you don’t mind, I’d like to include the true story of an authentic Kosher deli, The Second Avenue Deli in lower Manhattan, and its founder, Abe Lebewohl. I’ve eaten there and its the go-to place in NYC for that kind of food as far as I’m concerned. However, I must admit that I eat much less of the usual deli fare for health reasons.

I swiped this story from the website of the The Second Avenue Deli. It’s a classic American success story, but, unfortunately, with a tragic end for its founder, who was murdered while attempting to deposit money at a bank.

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Abe Lebewohl was an exceptional person–exuberant, funny, compassionate–a brilliant businessman and a great humanitarian. His death generated national television and radio coverage, as well as dozens of heartfelt editorials and obituaries in New York City newspapers. And his funeral was so widely attended that the Community Synagogue on East Sixth Street, where it took place, was filled far beyond its fifteen-hundred-seat capacity. The hundreds of people who could not even find standing room in the shul filled the entire street, building to building, between First and Second Avenues. Traffic had to be rerouted by police barricades, and every stoop and fire escape was crowded with mourners. Unable to hear the funeral service inside, they stood in silence for its duration to honor him.

Abe–who fed every homeless person who walked into the Deli hungry–has been called “the Jewish Mother Teresa.” At his death, even those who knew and loved him best learned for the first time just how many people his life had touched. Because Abe never spoke about it, no one will ever know the extent of his charity, which embraced not only Jewish causes but also almost any person or group who ever asked for his help. Among the funeral mourners, we heard nuns telling a reporter, “He was so good to us.” Abe’s legendary generosity manifested itself in every conceivable arena. A tremendous enthusiast for any cause that moved him, he gave away mountains of food to politicians he supported, fed striking workers (when there was a strike at NBC in 1987, he provided sandwiches to the picketers every day for twenty-one weeks), and delivered trays of free food to a local Ukrainian travel agency in celebration of the Ukraine’s independence from the Soviet Union. Whenever anything moved or excited him, Abe sent food.

In his restaurant, both customers and employees were treated like family. No one–not even a busboy–ever called him Mr. Lebewohl; he was always Abie, always warm, caring, and accessible.

A Dollar and a Dream

Abe Lebewohl once said he came to America in 1950 at the age of nineteen “with a dollar and a dream.” Actually, the dollar was questionable, but the dream–of a successful life in America–was empowered by the rigors of his childhood (which he wished to put behind him), by a family tradition of courage in the face of adversity, and by his own immense vitality. The story of the Lebewohl family–a remarkable story, but one shared by thousands of immigrants who rebuilt Diaspora-shattered lives in America–is a testament to the ever-hopeful human spirit, sustained in the face of the most daunting prior experience.

Born in Lvov, Poland, in 1931 to a comfortable middle-class family, Abe’s briefly secure life was shattered in 1939, when Stalin joined forces with Hitler, Poland was divided, and Lvov became part of the Soviet Union. A year later, Abe’s father, Efraim, owner of a small lumber mill, was condemned as a capitalist, arrested, and sentenced without trial to ten years’ hard labor in Siberia. The business was seized by the government, and, a week later, Abe and his mother, Ethel–forced to leave all their possessions behind–were taken to the railway station, herded into cattle cars, and deported to Kazakhstan in Central Asia.

Thousands of miles away, in Siberia, Efraim was put to work as a logger, enduring long hours balancing on rolling logs in freezing waters. A fall from the logs–not an uncommon occurrence among prisoners–meant instant death; before a man even had a chance to drown, he’d be crushed by the oncoming logs. It was a job for a young, athletic man in excellent condition, not a middle-aged businessman debilitated, emotionally and physically, by cold, hunger, and despair. Efraim later told Abe that his intense desire to reunite with his family focused his concentration and kept him from falling to his death.

Similarly, Ethel Lebewohl–devastated by the soul-numbing loss of everything she held dear, and unsure if she’d ever see her husband again–had to rally immediately in order to survive. She found work in a restaurant, and sent Abe to a local school. When school let out every afternoon, she’d seat him at an inconspicuous table in the restaurant and sneak him nourishing food while he did his homework.

In 1941, fate favored the Lebewohls; the Russians granted amnesty to all Polish political prisoners, and Efraim was released from the labor camp. A fellow prisoner he had befriended in Siberia, future Israeli prime minister Menachem Begin, wanted Efraim to accompany him to Palestine via Iran, but Efraim’s first goal was to find his family. By the time he located Abe and Ethel, it was too late to get out of the country. The Lebewohls had to remain in Kazakhstan through the remainder of the war, scrounging at odd jobs to keep food on the table. When the war ended, they returned to Lvov, to see if they could find any of their relatives alive. Everyone–grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, friends–had been killed by the Nazis. Ironically, Efraim’s arrest, and his family’s forced deportation, had saved their lives.

The small group of surviving Jews in Lvov (most of whom had been hidden by Gentiles) were given a choice: they could become either Russian or Polish citizens. The Lebewohls chose Poland and were sent to Waldenburg, a new territory the Poles had reacquired from East Germany when Europe was reconstituted after the war. All the Germans living there were expelled, and their homes were given to Jews. After years of horror, the family enjoyed a brief respite from danger. But when, eight months later, forty Jews were killed by Polish anti-Semites in a bordering town, they decided to leave Waldenburg and settle in Palestine. Since the British were allowing very few Jews to enter, it was necessary to emigrate illegally. The family made its way to Italy, where they planned to board a ship for Palestine. At the last minute, however, Ethel Lebewohl had a change of heart: having survived the Holocaust, she could not bear to risk her son’s life in the Israeli fight for independence. Efraim agreed, and despite strong protests from the young Abe, a fervent Zionist, the family decided to stay put until they could emigrate to America. For several years, they were forced to reside in a displaced-persons’ camp in Barletta, Italy, under the auspices of the United Nations. Abe’s brother, Jack, who today runs the Deli, was born in that DP camp in 1948. Abe was then seventeen, and more than half his life had been spent fleeing persecution. The Lebewohls remained in the camp until 1950, when they were given the opportunity to come to America. The Hebrew Immigrant Aid Society found them housing on Lafayette Street in Manhattan, in the building that is today Joseph Papp’s Public Theater.

Becoming an American

Nineteen-year-old Abe, desperate to make a success of himself in America, immediately began to study English. His teacher–also a greenhorn, but one who had arrived a few years earlier–tried to pass along the rudiments of American culture with the language. He told the class that all Americans chewed gum and were fanatical about baseball, so Abe chewed gum and memorized baseball stats and lore. A more realistic view of American life came from his daily reading–dictionary in hand–of every word in The New York Times, a habit that lasted a lifetime, eventually, of course, without a dictionary. Efraim found a menial job polishing display fixtures in a factory, and Ethel went to work for a tie manufacturer. Both of his parents wanted Abe to go back to school, but he insisted on working as well.

His first job was in a Coney Island deli, where he was employed as a soda jerk. During lunch breaks, he volunteered to help out behind the counter, where he could better observe the restaurant’s operation. He soon graduated to the coveted position of counterman. Over the next few years, he worked in a number of deli kitchens, gleaning the secrets of superlative pastrami and other traditional Jewish delicacies.

In 1954, with a few thousand dollars he had miraculously managed to set aside, Abe took over a tiny ten-seat luncheonette on East Tenth Street–the nucleus of the Second Avenue Deli. Working around the clock for years–often filling in as cook, counterman, waiter, and even busboy–he put all his time and energy into making a success of his tiny establishment. (When he started dating his wife, Eleanor, in 1957, Abe told her he owned a restaurant. One day, she traveled down from her Bronx home to see it for herself. When she walked in and saw him sweeping up, she thought he’d lied to her. Only after she asked someone who the owner was, and they pointed to Abe, did she believe the restaurant was actually his.) For the first decade, the entire enterprise was touch-and-go. Bankruptcy often loomed; when money was tight, Abe moonlighted at other jobs to keep the restaurant going.

Ralph Adamo on March 23, 2015 at 5:27 pm

I remember walking into the Kosher deli in B’ham, Alabama. They had matzoh Ball Soup in cans, but none ready to eat on the premises.

Ah, well.

Occam's Tool on March 24, 2015 at 12:21 pm

1970s I was frequently in NYC. Remember the giant pastrami sandwiches, new pickles, rugelach at Katz on Houston Street. My ex-wife’s father was a City Official. We would look for fire hydrants to park his boat of a Chryler New Yorker wherever we went. Going out to dinner in NYC, Brooklyn, and even lunch in Mid-town was in order. I learned a lot about NYC and its politics from him. I can still taste the rugelach. Those were the days.

Panhandle on March 24, 2015 at 5:39 pm

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