How is it that in the second largest Jewish city in the world, you can't find a decent cholent. There was a time, back when I was still wearing short pants, you could hardly spit without hitting a crock of cholent. But today, with the coloreds and the puerto ricans and the chinese popping up everywhere, there's not a cholent to be had. No Wolfgang Puck haute cholent. No California Cholent Kitchen. Nope, it's sushi this and tiramisu that, and not a thing that sticks to your kishkes like glue. And G-d forbid the women today should make a cholent. No way Moshe! If you can't order it in or microwave it, it's no good. What I wouldn't give for just a little schtickle. Right now. Even cold.
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one more reason to make an annual pilgrimage to netanya where cholent grows on on trees
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