We have a weekly meeting at my real estate job. It's usually a mix of pep rally and fire and brimstone speeches.....and breakfast! Usually, the office manager will walk across the street to Dunkin Donuts and get a box of joe or two and some bagels and call it a day. No one really complains. Its bagels and decent coffee. Well. Today, we ordered kosher food from a woman essentially operating out of her apartment kitchen. Sounds gross and skeevy right? Right. But its KOSHER AND THEREFORE DEVOID OF BACON AND HAS BEEN BLESSED BY A RABBI! (So it must be good, right?) Keep in mind this is 930 in the morning.
Tartar sauce as a salad dressing killed me. Murdered me. It makes sense though......clams are not kosher, so how would they know that tartar sauce and fried clams are a match made in Goy heaven? They would not.