So ... my bro and sis ask me to come in to Chinatown to celebrate my 100th birthday [base 7].

But, then my sister decides that Chinatown won't satisfy for the day ... though "chinks" is a solid choice for the NY Jewish-American, since I get chinese take-out FAR too often, it was deemed "not special enough".

So, the decision is made to travel to the neighborhood where my father's father's father settled when he left the pogroms of Yekaterinaslav. There to partake in that OTHER Jewish staple: The artery clogging food my ancestor's "stole" from German cuisine.

I pick the meeting spot ....