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Oh, for pizza and a knish
My favorite headline in recent Saratogian's is on Saturday's front page: "Coming never: Pizzeria tenants served eviction."
If you've been on Saratoga Springs' Broadway any time in the last two years you would immediately recognize the reference. A storefront window boasted the sign "Coming Soon Pizzeria" along with a blank building permit. A New York-style pizza shop with a walk-up window would have been a welcome addition to the Broadway lunch options. But it is not to be.
Fortunately, D'Andrea's is only a block away -- and even closer to my office than "Coming Soon" would have been.
A greater culinary disappointment is the barring of the hot dog man from Congress Park. How I loved to get a Diet Coke and a knish, and sit on a park bench with Features Editor Beverly McKim on a summer afternoon.
That's a potato knish, pronounced ka-nish, a throwbackto my childhood in Brooklyn, when coming home from school I could choose between a knish or a slice of pizza, either one for 15 cents, that I could savor on my walk, with all evidence gone before reaching my apartment building.
I occasionally would pick up a knish from the deli that preceded Quizno's; apparently the occasional knish does not keep a deli in business.
If you've been on Saratoga Springs' Broadway any time in the last two years you would immediately recognize the reference. A storefront window boasted the sign "Coming Soon Pizzeria" along with a blank building permit. A New York-style pizza shop with a walk-up window would have been a welcome addition to the Broadway lunch options. But it is not to be.
Fortunately, D'Andrea's is only a block away -- and even closer to my office than "Coming Soon" would have been.
A greater culinary disappointment is the barring of the hot dog man from Congress Park. How I loved to get a Diet Coke and a knish, and sit on a park bench with Features Editor Beverly McKim on a summer afternoon.
That's a potato knish, pronounced ka-nish, a throwbackto my childhood in Brooklyn, when coming home from school I could choose between a knish or a slice of pizza, either one for 15 cents, that I could savor on my walk, with all evidence gone before reaching my apartment building.
I occasionally would pick up a knish from the deli that preceded Quizno's; apparently the occasional knish does not keep a deli in business.
posted by Fresh Ink at
10:35 AM
1 Comments:
Barb, If you remember the Knish man was only a Dime and he brought his wagon right to the front of the building. You also forgot for 15 cents before hebrew school you could get a Frank and soda at Mr. bar B Que for a quarter.
And you are right Bella Pizza was 15cents and an italian ice was 5cents a scoop-5,10,15
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