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Nights 3 & 4

My sister came to town to enjoy her time off from work and to celebrate Chanukah with us.We took the subway to Boro Park to go to one of our favorite restaurants.

We are always happy to see the buses from Bet Zipporah, the school with my mother's name when we go to Boro Park

Our cousin and her husband at her caregiver were all meeting us at Angela's Restaurant. It's a favorite of ours and will be of yours if you like skewered grilled meat.

We had called to make sure that there would be room for our large party but unfortunately we had to wait to be seated.

The wait was well worth it. We ate our fill of skewered meats of all kinds while watching Russian variety shows on the giant TV screens. Eating at Angela's, being served by Angela is like spending the evening in Uzbekistan. You just have to go with the flow and you will have an excellent time. There are no menus. Angela will offer options for you to select from, she will ask your table to raise their hands for each option ( chicken, beef, kofta, chicken hearts, sweetbreads, kidney, liver...) Angela is bossy. Just go with the flow. If it's cold out ask for the broth with beef kreplach with lots of fresh dill added just before serving. You can bring your own booze and Angela will bring out pretty glasses.

We took the subway home and lit candles you see my sister's lovely Chanukiya added to the mix on our dining room table.


Yesterday we went back to Brooklyn. My cousin opened her house to a house-full of us.

This time we drove. As we drove south I took photos of the weak winter light along the Hudson.




 As we drove along Avenue L we saw

an Evangelical Christian trying to do his best to convert the Jews of Midwood. I assume that he was not particularly successful in his quest.


Soon after we arrived, we lit candles. There were more guests than there were Chanukiyot, but lots of singing later, we ate until bursting and then drove home.

 It has been lovely spending tie with so much family this Chanukah.
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