A knish memory
Faith Kramer’s article (“Mrs. Stahl’s famous knish recipe finally found — in San Francisco,” Sept. 28) brought back memories. I grew up near that institution, nestled on Brighton Beach and Coney Island avenues.
One fond memory was from March 1970, when I was undergoing vigorous diving training with the Navy in Washington, D.C. I had returned to my parents’ home in Brooklyn for the weekend.
A classmate not from New York picked me up for the drive back to Washington, but before we hit the road, I had an inspiration. We stopped under the train tracks across the street from Mrs. Stahl’s, and I told my friend to obtain two knishes.
Ten minutes later he wandered back with the look on his face of a bewildered tourist. Since the area around Mrs. Stahl’s was protected from the cold winds, it was frequented on inclement Sunday afternoons by folks for some Yiddish shmoozing.
Fortified by the nosh, and amused by my friend’s experience, I felt ready to take on the upcoming diving in the freezing, polluted waters of the Anacostia River.
Robert Oremland | Brisbane
Pining for Stahl’s
Originally from Brighton Beach, I worked at Stahl’s for three summers during the mid-’50s. Grandma was still alive and Jack was running the store. I’d give anything for one of their potato knishes or cheese strudels now.
Marty Graman | Dallas, Texas
Wake up and face reality
Kudos to j. for printing many viewpoints, but after reading the op-ed piece by starry-eyed Steve Koppman (“Organized community conflates Iraeli policy, Jewish values,” Sept. 28), I wondered on what planet was he living.
A detailed analysis would take pages, but in brief his premise was that the big bully Israel would have peace and love if only they would “make nice” to the Arabs (sic Palestinians), just like the U.S. achieved love and admiration from the Arab world after President Obama “made nice” in his Cairo speech. There is a name for what he proposes: appeasement and capitulation!
It didn’t bring peace in the 1930s and certainly won’t bring peace “in our time.” Oh, if only all Jews would wake up and face reality.
Marvin L. Engel | Piedmont
Reading Sue Fishkoff’s column about our Susan Dinner made me smile all over again (“If you know Susie like I know Susie,” Sept. 21).
Though I wasn’t at the first gathering, I’ve been to most since. The warmth, the connections and the conversations were always memorable.
That’s why Susan Belling and I decided to resurrect this wonderful event after a four-year lapse.
I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that Restaurant 1300 on Fillmore did a fabulous job of working with us and providing a great space, superb service and a wonderful meal for Bay Area Susans, Sues, Susies and Suzannes.
Susan RoAne | Greenbrae