tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post8611405629546185949..comments2023-08-14T11:44:27.299-04:00Comments on Jeremiah's<br> Vanishing New York: Kossar's ScoopsJeremiah Mosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11791516443125872364noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-83391088712099060672016-05-30T19:08:41.606-04:002016-05-30T19:08:41.606-04:00Trixie I remember the one on 14th street. My famil...Trixie I remember the one on 14th street. My family would go in all the time.<br />TPBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17360271334097373027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-54631117403430772002016-04-11T15:03:49.251-04:002016-04-11T15:03:49.251-04:00My friend, an authentic Yiddisher from Brooklyn, s...My friend, an authentic Yiddisher from Brooklyn, scoops because he's diabetic and needs to limit his carbs. Otherwise, no bialy with lox spread. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05409896712411603178noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-22463070263387950642016-04-05T19:15:17.502-04:002016-04-05T19:15:17.502-04:00Does anyone remember the Kossar's on 14th Stre...Does anyone remember the Kossar's on 14th Street between A and B? It was there when I moved here in 1978 and I still miss it. I wonder if it was a satellite of the Grand Street location, or what?Trixiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07977253360344959721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-26683821556188515362016-04-05T06:53:35.123-04:002016-04-05T06:53:35.123-04:00Native New Yorker here and Jew! I don't need ...Native New Yorker here and Jew! I don't need the carbs so I scoop! Never scoop a bialy. Kossars didn't even slice bialys before let alone make sandwiches. A needed improvement. Cutesy names? Whatever! As long as the quality remains and the store remains! Been going there since I was a kid. My great aunts lived at 457 FDR Drive!Natasha Finkelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10157963974599652835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-35081066323465569172016-04-04T22:19:31.582-04:002016-04-04T22:19:31.582-04:00Bialys or everything bagels. No scoops. Toast bi...Bialys or everything bagels. No scoops. Toast bialys at home sometimes, or bagels if they've been sitting around for a bit. Otherwise not necessary. Cream cheese. Lox. Whitefish. I am blessed with a fabulous bagel & bialy store nearby, & every time I go there I'm grateful for the experience. Smallish, dense perfection! <br />onemorefoldedsunsethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05995652957356064546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-44887045438103152022016-04-04T17:25:36.353-04:002016-04-04T17:25:36.353-04:00Never heard of scooping until this kerfuffle.Never heard of scooping until this kerfuffle.Grade "A" Fancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17281571169895250252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-33309020367222403652016-04-04T13:51:59.610-04:002016-04-04T13:51:59.610-04:00Nor would I particularly trust Gothamist or the Po...Nor would I particularly trust Gothamist or the Post on what constitutes authentic New York, because they are probably all staffed by transplants now anyway.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08167010003919494951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-5608591945566851822016-04-04T13:49:40.785-04:002016-04-04T13:49:40.785-04:00The scooping, non-scooping complaint is hack. My ...The scooping, non-scooping complaint is hack. My grandfather, who was born in a tenement at the corner of Hester and Eldridge Streets in 1918 and was as Jewish as the day is long and my father, another Jew, born and raised in the Bronx after my Grandfather moved the family up north, are both scoopers, as am I (I was born in Westchester, so say what you want about that). So using that as a benchmark of authenticity is BS. We all enjoy our bagels with herring in cream. That should be the real benchmark. Maybe they have a cute name for that kind of sandwich?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08167010003919494951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-865309554196428652016-04-04T13:36:10.695-04:002016-04-04T13:36:10.695-04:00Reminds me of Top Of The Muffin To You episode of ...Reminds me of Top Of The Muffin To You episode of Seinfeld.Brianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16018698439789288968noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-46487401059208528742016-04-04T11:19:00.832-04:002016-04-04T11:19:00.832-04:00I saw this coming.
Kossar's was on my short li...I saw this coming.<br />Kossar's was on my short list of amazing recollections when describing my first extended stay in Manhattan in late 1981. I stayed at "the Seward Houses" at a kindly NYU professor's apartment, only steps from Kossar's. Besides bialy's, which I hadn't known in the Midwest, there were great big onion wheels, which had real texture. The shop itself was fascinating because ground flower carpetted the entrance and sidewalk out front. You stepped on cardboard upon entering - the bakery equivalent of sawdust on a saloon floor. Like so many Manhattan must-sees, it was a sea of humanity well into the evening.<br />In '81, it seemed such businesses were brave for sticking it out - even Ratner's on nearby Delancey. It was a tough place. One of my hosts informed me that he always checked on his car with a fiver in his pocket, as it was better to have cash in case you were mugged. And so Kossar's was kind of a beacon of light and warmth in the dark winter of that year and place. I was so happy it was still here when I moved to the city in '85. I kept checking on it ever since and was relieved that it merely re-modeled, rather than moved to Westchester, or worse. Pretending that the Lower East Side is still the Old Jewish Quarter is kind of pointless. [For the real thing, visit the Tenament Museum or the Eldridge Street Synagogue.] Still, so long as you can get real Bialy's, is it completely tragic that the store now looks au courant? I personally don't scoop, like Mr. Lipman's Top of the Muffin to Ya. That's merely a reflection of the foolish society we have built upon having everything your own way. But I'm glad there is still a Kossar's.Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15565030682360603009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-25104906314519074322016-04-04T10:19:32.438-04:002016-04-04T10:19:32.438-04:00People go to Kossar's for bagels? That's l...People go to Kossar's for bagels? That's like going to L&B for Texas toast.Barbara L. Hansonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13691245293493324747noreply@blogger.com