Sabbath diner by Chabbad
diner was not what I expected. I think I was the only outsider there. At
first when I came at 5pm I was dragged in a man only room filled about 12
davening men for about an hour of constant prayer in Hebrew rapid chanting. We
had a smaller dining area. There was a huge thing going in the vast ballroom
probably an Italian affair.
we did have some small hors d’oeuvres like olive pates pickle etc....to
munch with more prayers that dragged on for another hour....finally kids brought
out oily chicken soup with tiny matzoh balls and then the only thing that
resembled Moroccan food was couscous with undercooked carrots....and then on
going story teller, more singing and even dancing. A real hassidic night,
I left around 8 pm exhausted and wanting to eat something normal. At home I had pea soup with kielbasa.
charles
