We passed each other on the way in and out of Earwax, or was it Gold Star, or Letizia’s, and wondered if we were distant cousins. When I first heard about Milk and Honey I thought it might be a kosher joint.

Driving down California along the parkway you noticed Hebrew one of the church buildings. Wondering who else thmubed through Heeb at Quimby’s?

On the way into Filter, you realized there’s a coffee bean filled Mezzuzah on the door. Its been 50 years, but Jews are back on the Near Northwest Side, following the Milwaukee Ave. Corridor and the Blue Line. But until now, we had no way to commune or communicate. So now, we do. Nu? Get in touch.