Yeah, my knowledge of every subset of The Tribe is far from complete, but i’m reasonably sure there are a few where if it ain’t twice blessed by the right kind of Rabbi, official, dibbuk, etc it doesn’t rank.

Fortunately for him he doesn’t seem to have peaked too soon.

Are you sure about that? Entirely anecdotal recall suggests that would be true for some flavors of Jew but not all.

Only enough for one day tho’.

Tho’, just because it’s Israeli doesn’t mean it’s kosher.

I’ll have you know shrimp-on-latkes is frikkin great.

A Chewbacca doll.

AAAAHHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAheeee....

I would dine at your restaurant.

I don’t even know what that post means.

I keep encountering variations of the Monte Cristo... there’s little consistency beyond ‘a pile of meat and cheese on bread that has been more or less sort of french toasted in some way’.

Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I’d never know ‘cause I wouldn’t eat the filthy motherfucker.

Yeah, and all these people keep starring the post and repetitions like they think it was funny... so crazy those internet peoples, huh?

I know right? It’s almost like i’m humorously suggesting Hibachi chefs do this whole other thing besides cook and, when done well, deserve some appreciation for it.

Those chefs, however talented and accomplished and duly entitled to their share of my tip on the bill, don’t put on a ‘show’, or hold my life in their hands.

Every other restaurant where the cooks are playing with sharp knives within stabbing range, lighting piles of food on fire within inches of my face, and catching crustacean debris in their hats, yes.

Did you have to walk uphill both ways while people beat you with sticks to do that?

I would have liked to watch your late dad debate my late dad on the appropriate price for deli art.

Yes. Yes you do.

Knives.