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An adventure in Brooklyn and bits of work

 Sunday, my sister and I went to Brooklyn to visit our cousins. I admired this art-deco architectural ornament  before we went upstairs to visit our cousins.


After our visit we continued to Angela Restaurant in Boro Park home of excellent food and ugly décor.

We hadn't been since before Covid and we were greeted with hugs from the owners. I think that I finally figured out the proper way to order a meal there. You don't ask for a menu. You say that you want soup ad then you are given choices.


We both chose the soup with beef pelmeni the is garnished with fresh dill.


We could have ordered soup with noodles but I don't know how it could have been any more delicious than the soup with pelmeni.

We were then told to select from a variety of meats all grilled on the charcoal grill at the front of the store. 


We were given a choice of salad made with fresh or pickled vegetables. We chose fresh.


The bits of grilled meat arrived as they were cooked.



W ate each skewer of meat as it arrived at our table.







a hug from Angela herself






My sister is happy to be eating so many varieties of delicious meat.



When we were nearly done with our meal the TV was turned on and we got to see Kazakh entertainment.  




Just like the book title, trees do grow in Brooklyn.










So do shuls.





Across the street from the house turned synagogue above a storefront turned synagogue is expanding.



A dear friend is a direct descendant of the founder of this particular Chassidic dynasty.



I am actually getting some work done, between loads of laundry and ironing.






Soon this will be a tallit.


Yesterday I was emailing back and forth with a potential client who had found me through my blog. She was wondering if her grandfather's tallit could be restored for her son to use at his bar mitzvah.



The 1920s tallit was made out of silk or rayon. The fibers had begun to break. After looking at photos of the tallit it was clear that I could do some work to held the tallit together for a one time wear but that a long term fix was beyond my pay grade and would need a specialist textile restorer.



Chatting back and forth was lovely but the mom wisely chose not to restore that tallit. I do have an easier tallit renovation/restoration job that I will be starting soon---the work is comfortably within my wheelhouse though and restoring 1970s or 80s wool is a far easier task than 1920s silk or rayon.




 

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  1. AnonymousNovember 30, 2022 at 6:19 PM

    What a wonderful day! Hoping to get to NY soon and hope to say hi to you!

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  2. Sarah JacobsDecember 1, 2022 at 2:43 PM

    Looking forward to it!

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