Three years ago, an argument about high-heeled shoes led me to an unassuming warehouse building in the middle of Glenview -- a place I would come to call my dojo.
While they may not have stressed some of the Jewish traditions many Jews are accustomed to, my parents did just about everything else right.
What two kosher pizzerias on the Upper West Side can teach the rest of Jewish America.
For those of you that have a sister, you know that things are not always perfect. You stole stuff from each other, you fought, but in the end, you are good friends. Well that’s me and Steph.
The best part about food is the story that it tells.