Tonight the Crone, driven by an insatiable desire for chopped liver, went to Eli’s deli near Dupont Circle. The food there is certified Kosher and, as far as the Crone knows, it is the only restaurant in the area which can boast this. The restaurant was packed and the Crone was the only adult there (apart from the waitresses) who did not have her head covered. The men all wore yarmulkes and the women rather depressing looking hats. Now the Crone thinks that modesty is probably a very good rule to live by, so she gets the whole hat thing, but really, would it be flashy to wear a pretty hat? The Crone is sure God would understand, and indeed would prefer it as it would much enhance the view when looking down from above. There was one man wearing a turban. He, like the Crone, must have had a chopped liver craving.
There were a couple of large school parties in town to see the sights and presumably very glad that the city’s one Kosher restaurant had a very cosmopolitan menu-fajitas, burgers with all sorts of toppings and tiramisu for dessert. Sadly (in the Crone’s view) there was no mention of falafel. The boys wore yarmulkes and the girls had their heads bare for, like the waitresses, they are not married.
An orthodox man came in to eat and the teacher of one of the school groups obviously recognized him and asked him to speak to the boys group. He gave them a stirring speech about the need to write to the Congressman they had been visiting—Russ Carnahan from St Louis, Missouri–to press him for his position on Israel. There was much talk about fighting for the truth. The boys ate their chocolate chip cookies and looked at the girls. The speaker then sat down and ate his soup. The Crone still doesn’t know who he was.
The chopped liver was excellent. It would have cheered up the wearer of even a spectacularly depressing hat.