When I was in college, I spent a couple of months living with some friends in Norcross, an Atlanta suburb. We all liked to go to the Bagel Palace on Druid Hills Sunday mornings. There was a long line, and while waiting, you stand next to cases of lox, nova, whitefish (my fav), herring, egg salad, etc.
When one of my friends took me to Philadelphia, I went to a **real** Jewish deli market, where you take a number, and there’s no small talk. It was kind of like when you go to The Varsity – when it’s your turn at the counter, you’re supposed to have already decided what you’re going to have – there’s no, ‘uh, just a sec’ with them – they yell “what’ll ya have what’ll ya have” before you even step to the register. You just don’t want to be the one person that holds things up. My other “first” in Philadelphia was going to a very nice Glatt-Kosher Chinese restaurant. Chinese dishes are generally very easy to translate to kosher, because there’s no dairy. Everything is either meat or vegetable, and any pork dishes can be made with beef.
Back to Atlanta: the Bagel Palace was in the same development as what we called the “Jewish Kroger” (lots and lots of us still call it the “Jewish Kroger”) because so much of the food was under supervision. Inside the Kroger was/is still a tiny Glatt Kosher Chinese counter called “Chai Peking” – the first time I had ever seen a restaurant of any sort inside a grocery store. Some people are just wild about the place, but I’m not a big fan. Anyway. The same development as the Bagel Palace and the Jewish Kroger was another bakery that has since closed. I can’t remember the name of it, but I remember that the people that worked there were **Totally Rude.** but the thing was, nobody cared because they made the greatest little treats, especially the black and whites.