Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Leah, the owner of Milky Way, the Kitschy Kosher Kitchen on Pico Blvd. Whenever one of my colleagues from New York, Mike, is in town, he always suggests we have a dinner meeting at Milky Way. At first I thought it was because of the Potato Pancakes, but last night I finally realized that he really wants to see Leah. I guess you could say they speak the same language: Schmaltz. Get a load of their conversation last night:
Leah: It's always so nice to see you ... and in such good health. You're looking great.
Mike: Awww ... well ... I am going gray, you know!
Leah: Nonsense, it's barely noticeable and on you it looks distinguished.
Mike: Well, you're looking terrific yourself.
Leah: Really? Well, I'm lucky enough not to have any gray at all. We blonds just get ... well ... blonder!
Mike: That's what makes you such a bombshell!
Leah: You bet ... tomorrow I think I'll wear a bikini. You'll have to stop by to see it!
Mike: I wouldn't miss it!
Before you start thinking that Mike and Leah have a little Harold and Maude thing going on, I should point out that Leah treats Mike more like a son. I just hope her real son -- Steven Spielberg -- doesn't get jealous ...!
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4 comments:
sounds like they were ladling it on kind of thick?
Now I know where to eat when we're ever in your neck of the woods :)
I think that's so sweet! She sounds like a...what's the female equivalent of a mensch?
How can we honestly judge without a picture of Mike to go along with this entry.
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