After Chris' parents picked us up from the airport last Friday we went to Noshville for lunch...a Jewish deli in Nashville...cute, huh? It's actually one of my requirements for a trip down, so we have to go at least once each time we visit his parents.
Anyway, I had been looking forward to it and even knew exactly what I was going to order. Don't worry I won't keep you in suspense much longer.
When we sat down at our table and I started looking over the menu, I realized that I didn't see the item on the menu. I felt a moment of panic but then thought to myself...this is Noshville, they have to have it. And, I had eaten it there before.
When the server came to the table to check on us, I looked up and said, "You have gefilte fish*, right?" fully expecting her to say, "Of course we do."
But much to my dismay her response was, "No. We only serve it on holidays."
What? Excuse me. Hello. This is a Jewish deli. How can you not have gefilte fish. That's just insane.
And so goes the story of the Jewish deli with no gefilte fish. My mother-in-law claims it's because I'm the only one in the world who eats in. But I beg to differ. While it might not look appetizing, it's actually delicious. And with a little horseradish...yummy.
Needless to say, it was quite a disappointment...but I guess life goes on.
*For those of you who don't have the fortunate experience of knowing what this is, find out more about gefilte fish.
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