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Friday, April 13, 2007

glicks


When you walk in the door of this kosher market, you are enveloped by a chorus of voices heavy with accents: Polish, German, Romanian, Brooklyn, you name it. Oh, and snippets of Yiddish, too. Milling about the aisles are shoppers old and young - mostly old - gathering all things Jewish and all things kosher into their carts. It's a place where customers yell at the guys behind the meat counter and sales clerks snap at the customers. It's a place where people greet each other after a holiday and call out best wishes for the next one coming up.

It's run by the third generation of Glicks to sell kosher goods. The current owner does what he learned best from his grandfather and great uncle, who started the business in Brooklyn in 1917.


I love going there. I love watching the old couples help each other down the aisles, carefully and slowly inspecting each label and comparing the price of this brand to that one. I love knowing that this could be the highlight of their day, coming to the market to shop a few things for dinner, to greet a few friends, to complain about the heat or the high price of gas or the service they got at a restaurant last night or Bush or Imus or whatever is on their mind just then to whoever cares to listen.


Eddie's folks used to shop here. I like going there and thinking of them as one of the old couples putting the Manischewitz, Streit's, Bartons or S'UG products into their basket.

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