Today we are crawling to PJ Clarke’s. Gazing inside the wide doorway, open to the sidewalk, it is clear this is not a typical Manhattan bar. Memories have been made here, an experience that is timeless. Only the dress of the guests sitting along the mirrored bar give hint to the year. Otherwise, this could... Continue Reading →
Yonah Schimmel’s Knishery
“When you get to New York, you’ve got to get a knish.” Everybody we knew who had lived in this part of the country had offered this suggestion. We filed it away and forgot about it. On our way to the Pickle Festival, we passed by the Yonah Shimmel Knish Bakery. As we passed by,... Continue Reading →