After a busy few days I felt a cold coming on, so I did what I do at least once a year - head for Scheherezade. We should really visit more often but it's on the other side of town.
Chicken and soup with kreplachs and a basket with fresh rye bread and gold-foiled butter for me, latkes for T.
The chicken soup was of the most intense flavour, the kreplachs bursting with more chicken and it was all garnished with dill. Worth crossing the world for, not just the city. T's latkes are delicious, she's a potato girl at heart and you won't get better. We shared the bread, dunked it in the soup. Dunked the latkes in the soup too. It's that kind of place.
Even so, our eyes nearly popped out of our heads when we saw a pair of diners at an adjacent table being served schnitzels. The schnitzels were the size of the plate itself. Such that the steaming fresh boiled potatoes which accompanied the schnitzels had to be brought out on separate plates. As did the coleslaw!
Afterwards, vienna coffee with some apple cake, spiced and with a fine crumble baked topping, and butter cake, the original.
We're going back soon for the frankfurts and sauerkraut. And the borscht and potatoes. And the cabbage soup. And the cheesecake, recipe a hundred years old ...