This morning, as we gathered at the Local Bagel and Smoked Fish Emporium for our usual post-minyan breakfast, an Asian family - mother, father, two young kids - came in and sat down.
Being the outgoing sort, I went over to introduce myself... and, as I espied the platters of smoked fish and bagels on their table, I couldn’t help but ask: “Do you eat this sort of stuff often?”
The father replied, “Oh, yes. We go out for Jewish food every week. Only one problem, though...”
I could see it coming. It was all I could do to avoid the Eye-Roll.
“A week later, you’re hungry again.”
[OK, part of this story is true. Guess which part.]