New Restaurant Has Rocky Start
So this new “Name Our Glatt Kosher Restaurant,” is replacing Chickpea on 3rd Ave in the East Village, as it was not kosher enough for some people including Jewdar from…Heeb? Does Jewdar think he is writing for the Jewish Observer? Where the hell does this guy get off acting like his readership would discount a kosher restaurant because of his fahfrumpte standards? The rabbi comes once a month, he blesses the food, end of story, Jewdar, okay? I mean, Jesus, Jewdar, why don’t you just keep your fundamentalist bullshit under wraps and stick to cracking Holocaust jokes? Look…the prince of England just went to Krakow to open a Jewish community center…go get ‘em, tiger!
Anyway, my issue isn’t Jewdar or how he should stop trashing perfectly fine, if slightly shady, kosher establishments.
My issue is that ““Name Our Glatt Kosher Restaurant,” which replaced the kosher enough for The Kvetcher, thank you very much, gave $3,000 to name their new mehadrin restaurant, and they chose…”Kosher Village.“ Get it? It’s KOSHER and it’s in the East VILLAGE.
Un. Fucking. Believable.
Still…some people were actually very excited about this Christening Heimeshing. You know who? I’ll tell you. The Kosher Village proprietors! So happy, in fact, that they sent out an email press release celebrating the fact to everyone who applied. They sent out this email press release celebrating the fact to everyone who applied…twelve times. They sent out this email press release celebrating the fact to everyone who applied twelve times…with everyone’s email address clearly visible.
NY Magazine, referencing the whole thing as “Felafelgate,” asks, “Was it all a scam?”
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Considering that back in the day the oldest chap in a village, deemed rabbi thanks to his advanced age, assumed wisdom and assumed advanced studies (bonus points for having met a wunderrebbe, double bonus points for allegedly having worked miracles back in his youth), ultimately decided what was kosher had the housewife and then her hubby and concerns about their food. As many shtetl Jews were bitterly poor (read I.B. Singer’s autobiographical notes on his childhood in Warszaw), food was scarce, and an overly critical examination of food / exaggerated demands on trackability of a food items way from origin to cooking pot could easily have deprived a family of much needed nutrition. Suppose you all know the joke with the punchline, “If it’s bitter, then it must be kosher.”
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