Letters to the Editor: Remembering Pratzel’s
Published February 2, 2011
I remember.
When I heard President Kennedy was shot, I was playing hearts in a
dorm room at Mizzou.
When I heard Martin Luther King had been assassinated, I was busy
in my office at the Air Base in Saigon.
But now, the worst of all news possible – Pratzel’s is kaput. My
world spins out of control. I leap from my computer and warp speed
it to Dierbergs. Too late. Shelves that normally teem with those
shiny see-through bags of Pratzel’s tzitzel and seeded bagels are
as empty as the Gobi Desert at high noon in July
I am undone. What am I to do? Spread that delightful
Philadelphia-brand Cream Cheese on white bread? Even the gentile
side of my wife’s family wouldn’t consider such a
desecration!
And alas poor corned beef. I knew it well, lying on miraculous
tzitzel under a blanket of blessed Dijon mustard, a combination
suitable for the gods on Mount Olympus. But now stripped of its
lifelong partner – think George and Gracie, Roy and Dale – corned
beef lies upon my plate with no hope of ever regaining its sandwich
greatness. It lies there alone, except for a solitary dill pickle
insisting that 10-grain whole wheat is a nutritious substitute for
my beloved tzitzel, even if wheat bread tastes like a welcome
mat.
I guess Abraham Lincoln said it best in his famed Gettysburg
address, “The world will little note nor long remember what we say
here, but it can never forget…” a really great corned beef
sandwich. Toss the Dijon and your Philadelphia Cream Cheese, my
friends, it’s time to mourn.
Jeff Klayman
St. Louis County