Stopping by parks on a snowy evening. January 2013, New York.
It was a cold walk to Arthur’s this Friday, and an even colder walk home. Inside, though, it was nice and warm. I brought Vietnamese — shrimp summer rolls and pork chop vermicelli — from my favorite shop along the way. We shared.
"We’re such good Jews, aren’t we? Eating shrimp and pork chops," I said. "And on Shabbos!"
He shook his head.