Monday, May 11, 2009

In a Monsey Moment: Oy Vey!

Yesterday, while driving back from New Jersey after a fun and family filled weekend, Tuvia and I decided to stop in Monsey, NY, since we pass by it at least twice a month when we're schlepping back and forth between his former residence in NJ and our current abodes in Connecticut. The experience of Monsey is something I've always wondered about, after reading about it and hearing about it in blogs (both good and bad things, that is). So, at the spur of the moment, we pulled off and realized the hub of Monsey shopping and dining life wasn't that far off the highway.

Our first stop was Rockland Kosher, a gigantic supermarket in a building filled with a dozen other stores selling lingerie, clothing, books, and other necessities for the kosher home. There were Jews, garbed in black, white, navy blue and about 30 shades therein, rushing in and out of the building, pushing strollers, payess waving in the wind. I gave Tuvia his "emergency Crown Heights kippah" -- a black, velvet number that I keep in my purse in case of emergencies. I was wearing modest clothes, at least, until I stepped out of the car I felt like I was. A long peasant skirt that floated along the ground, a brown tank-top that covered most of the skin up to about a fist-lengths below my neck, topped with a black 3/4-length cardigan. I walked around the grocery store with my arm clutched across my chest, reaching over to my purse on my right shoulder, trying to cover the skin that did show. These women were wearing long black or navy skirts, and under their cardigans of similar varying shades of blue and black were tight, choking button-down shirts. The sheitels were perfect, the hair looked real, and few women actually had head coverings other than sheitels.

And every aisle we walked down, little Tzippies and Menachem Mendels were staring at me.

Tuvia didn't notice it, he said after I asked him, but people were looking. Here were me, in my very peasanty skirt, and Tuvia, in khakis and a polo shirt, shopping in the kosher supermarket surrounded by immas and abbas and bubbes and zaydes, and I was reminded of how it felt walking home in Mt. Pleasant in Washington D.C. where the Latino men slink out of the bars every five minutes whistling and cat calling. Except, this time, people were piercing and calling out with eyes and up-down looks, not words. Maybe I'm paranoid and it wasn't that bad, but I felt naked, I felt completely exposed, I felt like they could smell on me that I wasn't fluent in Yiddish or Hebrew and that Tuvia and I weren't married, sinners!

But the really fascinating thing about the Rockland Kosher experience was that from side to side, front to back, the entire store was filled with two things: Toys and Snacks. Every aisle we went through there were mommies pulling toys down for kids, and kids picking up bags of candy and chips and snacks. It seemed like nobody was buying real food, just Israeli treats and cheap plastic toys. The store had the Israeli and unique Kosher brands separated from the national brands, and more people were shopping the former than the latter. Is it a trust issue?

The best steal of the day, though, was a dozen eggs, which I purchased for only $1.30 or so. You can't find eggs that cheap anywhere. I don't care who you are. I remember when they used to put eggs on sale for $.99, and now you're lucky to get them for under $2.00. What a steal! I could have bought 20 dozen for that price. We checked out, thanks to a few Latino men working the counter, marveled at the in-house mikvah (in case you buy a pot or pan or something and want to tovel it instantly!), and schlepped off to look for dinner.

There were a few strip malls with some options, including a cafe, a barbecue joint, and the Purple Pear (a dairy restaurant), which I had heard about from friends, so we went there. Now, for those of you who haven't been to Monsey, the Purple Pear is probably the most "normal" place you'll find there. If you're a Modern Orthodox Jew or someone who is a little more metropolitan and likes to wear jeans with your tzitzit, then this place will feel comfortable. We walked in and there were some women in pants, men with ball caps, and a sushi chef shoved nicely in a nook in the corner. The restaurant is so jazzy, a dark red and black theme with a chalkboard menu that makes it feel very cosmopolitan, very bistro-like. I wanted to hijack the joint and move it back to Connecticut (did I mention the only kosher "restaurants" we have are a Dunkin Donuts and some Cold Stones and a Ben and Jerry's?). Instead, I ordered sushi and a coffee, Tuvia got an omelet some fries and a bagel (he was elated to see that "bagel" was the first option instead of the "add $1.50 for a bagel" option). It was so nice to go someplace kosher, to feel a real dining experience out where there are other people doing what you do, just more often. The service wasn't great, but better than what I expected at such a busy kosher place anyway.

As we pulled out of Monsey yesterday, I was a little saddened. On the one hand, I was excited to be leaving a place that seemed so far out of reach and so black and white (literally), but sad that all these options and neat stores and this frummie lifestyle were being left behind. I'd kill for a kosher coffee house, and I often joke with Tuvia about quitting my present path and opening a coffee shop/bookstore for the kosher crowd and anyone else willing to try my favorite pastry and coffee offerings. Coffee houses are home to me, and not having that option were you can nosh a scone and coffee while reading some Rashi drives me nuts. Someday, maybe, when I'm a retiree and rich?

Or maybe, just maybe, someday we'll move to Monsey, reopen the drive-in for classic films (except on Shabbos, of course) and start up a coffee shop/bookstore and take on the town. Livin' it up. Live it up.

But chances are that will never happen. What is for certain, however, is that Tuvia and I will make sure to stop in Monsey more often. Maybe look up some soon-to-move friends, eat at the Purple Pear, get some kosher pizza, and feel the flavor of the community so that those initial feelings of being eyed and examined by the black-and-white garbed as someone on the outside looking in. After all, I'm sure I was analyzing them as much as they were analyzing me. And in the end? We're all just Jews.

12 comments:

  1. i am so homesick after reading this. you would not have felt so out of place in Wesley Kosher - in the Wesley Hills part of Monsey / Spring Valley. Even i feel out of place at places like rockland kosher.

    I wanna go to the purple pear....

    I totally enjoyed the tweets on your experience by the way, but reading this made me smile. thank you.

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  2. LOVE IT! Forwarding to all my Monsey peeps. BTW, do you know what the primary use of the Drive-In is now? Its a "Monsey Bus" drop off location. Now that you've done Rockland Kosher, your next experience MUST be the Monsey Bus. Its a hoot!

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  3. I love it! Enjoyed the tweets and loving the blog!

    Hadassah is right, you wouldnt feel so out of place in the wesley hills side, and they also have a great chinese place and a real metsuyan, in Monsey. Many Kosher restaurants and little places to explore.

    You guys must go back, and as you mentioned, they probably were looking just as much as you were looking at them. Its all part of the fun.

    cheers!
    Emet Elisheva

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  4. I actually got married in Monsey, NY, at the Atrium and had my entire secular family, secular and non-Jewish friends, experience an Orthodox Jewish wedding complete with a mechitza, separate dancing, separate seating, and no milk with the coffee for dessert. As the only Baale Teshuva in my family, you can imagine what everybody was expecting, they really thought I had gone off the deep end. In retrospect, they all had a blast. You should have seen the Lubavitch Rabbi dancing with my Refrom brother-in-law, a riot! Everybody had the opportunity to live out of their Jewish comfort zones for an afternoon in
    Monsey, NY. It was like a real field trip for most of them. Little kids are experts at staring, they're just curious. It's happened to me in Lakewood, NJ, even when I was wearing more than 3/4 sleeves, a skirt below the knees, bullet proof tights, closed toe shoes, and a shell that covered my collar bone. Go figure. One thing those little curious kids never did was snicker or whisper or laugh out loud. That is something even some secular Jewish kids couldn't accomplish, believe me.

    I was also crazy homesick for Monsey (or any place that had more than a couple of kosher dining establishments in town) when I was first married and living in Brookline, MA! Baruch Hashem, after six months we moved out of Brookline and into Kew Gardens Hills, NY! Kosher coffee shop here and a REAL Kosher Style deli there, Gevaldick! Next time you visit Monsey, you've got to let me know, there a bunch of places you've got to check out!

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  5. In Monsey ir hakodesh parents are tahtees and mommies, not immas and abbas.

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  6. there are many places that you can visit that have strong Jewish idenity, stores, food etc. that are not as problematic as Monsey. I understand your desire to be somewhere where it is easier to live the life you desire. But please don't get romantic about Monsey!

    There are many many big problems there....I have read your blog for some time now, and I don't think that is your scene.....

    you wouldn't want to raise possible future children, girls there.......

    Try checking out parts of Brooklyn...upper West Side...or the 5 towns area of Long island (that's very near me) There are many many stores, food options etc...and there is a decent mix of Jews...not all "black stockings and coats"

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  7. Good StuffLoved this bit, Nice outlook.
    (I'm a Monsey resident for 15 years already)



    Peace, Love & Prosperity

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  8. Dunking Rachel, Monsey is as diverse as the 5 towns - it just depends which areas you go to. The area where i am moving to Chaviva would fit right in. don't be so quick to bash Monsey - it has the whole spectrum of Jewish life.

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  9. not bashing, but seeing that you are moving there you then must know there are serious problematic elements in the area, perhaps not the entire area but the area is known for the more extreme elements. Elements which historically have been very problematic for many...Perhaps If you have lived in the NY area for a long time then you know some of these issues...I have a live and let live attitude...unfortunatly not everyone lives by that code.

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  10. I moved to monsey in 1990 and I love it here. Don't have any problems with any "elements" in the area. I have made many wonderful friends, it is country living with all the conveniences (kosher food, restaurants, shaitel macher, mikvaos, shuls, yeshivos). It's a wonderful place to live, if you can't live in Israel...

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  11. Anonymous,

    I'm glad you are happy..I do not judge all by the act of the few...but admitting that there are some big problems in your area is in no way a comment on you

    ..check out the below page ...it is just one pocket of "elements"... very well known in your neck of the woods

    check it out

    http://www.nkusa.org/activities/Demonstrations/20090310Monsey.cfm

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  12. nu, so why don't you get married to Tuvia already?.....they even have wedding halls in Monsey

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