celebrating the glories of eating in brooklyn. from the gut.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

The Lost Strudel

I have a certain soft spot for Nora Ephron even though I find a lot of her work schmaltzy. As the author of Heartburn, When Harry Met Sally and You've Got Mail, she not only weaves food into her tales, but also understands the importance of food institutions to New Yorkers. Afterall, who could forget Meg Ryan's feigned orgasm in Katz's deli? And You've Got Mail is as much a paean to the Upper West Side as it is a love story. Food as a metaphor? What about food as a character?

This column about losing and rediscovering the cabbage strudel is a delight to read.


Blogger Dope on the Slope said...

I thought it was a great column as well. It put me in mind of so many foods that are "lost" to me now. Of course, since I grew up in the South, the list is different.

Still, I think anyone can relate to her quest for the strudel.

Now if I could only find a restaurant in New York that really knew how to make cornbread.

6:33 PM

Blogger EFB said...

There is something about food and memory. Like she says in the story, most people don't read Proust. I never have either, but I know what he means about the madeleine.

I do love good cornbread. Let us know if you find a place!

10:02 AM


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