Another goodie from the Amateur Gourmet... Certain experiences belong in that well-worn jar on the mantle: 'Only In New York.' Take the experience I had the other night before joining Craig for our second anniversary dinner at wd-50. I was in the Lower East Side, walking on Clinton Street (or was it Rivington?) and I noticed a humming noise and a light from a window on my left. I leaned in and saw what you see in the picture above: Asian men in hats making matzoh. Now I've been eating matzoh my whole life--mostly on Passover--and I'd always assumed matzoh was made in mysterious Jewish factories with men dressed like Moses singing songs from 'Fiddler On The Roof' and shoving stacks and stacks of the dry, unleavened cracker-like rectangles into boxes. Read More...