"My latest culinary journey took me to the heart of the tight knit Jewish neighborhood, where everyone 's on a first name basis and my name, regrettably, seemed to be 'Wallet. 'As soon as I stepped in, I was hit with a wave of familiarity not mine, but theirs. The warm buzz of friendly chatter suggested this was less a restaurant, more a daily reunion with latkes.The star of the evening was a $15 cheeseburger, a dish so steeped in mystique and intrigue, I half expected the Kabbalah to be etched in the sesame seeds on the bun.When it arrived, I stared in disbelief at the bovine Mona Lisa before me. Surely, I thought, this is no ordinary burger. At these prices, the cow must have been massaged daily and the cheese flown in from an exclusive goat on the Swiss Alps.But alas, no, it was a regular cheeseburger. It wasn 't bad per se, but for the price, I was hoping for a life altering experience, perhaps an epiphany or at least a side of pickles.Nice, clean and friendly place, but I can 't justify paying that much for pretty ordinary meals to go that much Until then, Shalom and Goodbye, dear restaurant."
