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The Thing With Potato Knishes
The waiter puts my matzo balls soup bowl on the table. He adds a basket of challah slices and goes back behind the counter. “Shabbat Shalom,” he says. “Shabbat Shalom,” I reply. The deli smells of kasha, chicken and pastrami. There are few people in the booths, all regulars and grey-haired. “No