A/C and Knishes.

My air got fixed today. I nailed what the problem was. $230 bucks later, I have cold air again. Hooray.

I had a realization today: I've never actually had a good potato knish.

I went to Arnie & Ritchie's Deli tonight to grab a pastrami on rye and a knish (I'm not keeping Pesach... shoot me) because I was feeling sad about the Rascal House's demise.

The people inside Arnie & Ritchies were lovely. Warm, attentive. I loved it.

The interior has been too recently redone (feh!) and their menu didn't have a ton of the ethnic stuff I like (Kishkie?!) and had stuff I hate (herring!) but I'll probably go back... still, it doesn't take the place of Rascal House.

Anyhoozle - I got a knish. From the deli case. Has anyone had a freshly made knish? I have these memories (or fantasies?) about knishes, where they're warm, and small, and fluffy and two-bite size, and not full of chalky day-old mashed potato, wrapped in soggy, microwaved pastry.

I feel like when I was younger, I used to eat them at my grandmother's house, or at Bar Mitzvahs, or... well hell, I don't know where. I mean, if I did, I wouldn't be having this stream-of-consciousness ramble.

But try and try, and try as I might, I can never get a knish that matches what I remember them tasting like.

They're always scorchingly hot in places, and cold in others, with mealy insides and floppy outsides. Disappointing.