When you’re leaving a city like New York, you want to savor every last bit you can. You tell yourself that your ability to get an authentic knish will be severely limited in San Francisco. So, for the first time in almost a year you stop and get knishes. They’re so good going down. But then, about 10 minutes after eating said knishes, you remember why you don’t eat them on a regular basis. Then you look at your partner in crime and say “thank God there aren’t an abundance of knishes in San Francisco.” In case you’re curious, knishes are not good packing food.
so good, and yet, so bad