We took the subway down to Herald Square and visited Macy's where I had a celebratory Octoberfest ale from a local brewery in Macy's cellar pub. If you buy nothing more than an ale in the basement, Macy's is still a must see. And of course, there was a Columbus Day sale in progress. We eat our major meals at noon when we're here so celebrated my birthday at a nearby Asian fusion restaurant called Shang Hai Mung. It was even better than last year!
I decided that my birthday treat should be a visit to Mood, the designer fabric store featured on Project Runway. Ian took a picture of me with my cutter, who helped me wrangle those monster bolts of fabric. I bought four pieces of fabric last year and decided on five this time.
These are my choices and it didn't take me long to find them. In fact, I found too many and these are just in the knit jerseys. And no, I didn't get to pet their dog - I didn't see him. No one could be more surprised than I am that I've suddenly rediscovered the joy of sewing my own clothing.
And, no, I won't be visiting any yarn stores here because my LYS is Jimmy Beans. Their remodel should be completed by the time we get back. I'll stick with my homies.
Jumping ahead to today, we took the subway though multiple changes to get to east Houston street, pronounced How-stun, and is the "ho" in Soho, which means south of Houston. Our destination is Yonah Shimmel's. Note the sign says "original since 1910." That's modest since this is the first knish bakery in the United States. And they are in an original tenement building. The bathroom door has so many coats of paint on it that it cannot fit into the door jam but shuts by use of hook and eye.
grants around 1900 and the name comes from the Russian word knysh, which means a type of bun - I looked it up on my phone while we were there. They couldn't have known 100 years ago that their peasant food of cabbage and potatoes would our quest food.
This is our lunch and there's nothing like it where we live. We think they use a little horseradish in the coleslaw dressing. The half-sour pickles aren't available at home either.
I'm having a hard time editing what to show because New York is so fascinating that I can't stop taking pictures. I'm going to stick with this 100-year-old eatery for today. The shop is only as wide as you saw in my first photo. Seating are picnic tables, like ribs from the walls, and passage in between. This is the service counter, note that two TVs are going on two different channels. Also note the original tin ceiling. The walls are covered in photos, one with the owner, Larry David (Seinfeld writer) and Woody Allen. Each picnic table has a diary and pen to enter your comments in. I can't resist reading what others say: My parents came here on their first date; you call this a knish?; my rabbi told me about you; I'm back from Pittsburgh - miss me?; and so on.
There is only room on the main floor for the service counter and five picnic tables. The actual cooking is done in the basement and then comes up on this hand-operated dumb waiter. It also serves as an intercom, as the service counter employee yells down to the cooks and we hear echos of reply. I chuckled at the menu footnote: Note to Tourist - Tax & Tip not included - help send the waiter to Florida - Tip Big.