
Photos by Sasha Mazlov
Not again, as it is often misquoted (by lots of people, say me, for example), but still rather. Play it still, Sam. The old pastrami on rye, just the way it’s always been. It’s near absence has made our gusto grow fonder.
Toast me a bialy!
David Sax made a call to arms and arms they have raised, hoisting smoked fish, chopped liver, blintzes, bakkas and bialys. The deli has been saved!
I eat my words. With schmaltz.




