The Magic Word is: KNISHES!

Just when I was poised to take a little blogging hiatus, an issue of extreme importance has arisen that I have no choice but to comment on. The blog-about-town DCist is reporting that our fair city is planning on expanding licensing for food-on-the-street-vendors.

Now, as much as I adore Washington, DC (and I mean that sincerely, not sarcastically), our snack-vending situation totally sucks, especially in comparison to Manhattan's (although it's a bit unfair to compare anything in DC to Manhattan. That's like comparing cherry blossoms to apples). I haven't been to NYC in quite a while, but I seem to recall in past trips being amazed by the selection the street vendors had to offer--pizza, falafel, and most importantly, KNISHES! Oh, heavenly pastry-wrapped bundles of potato goodness!

Wikipedia defines a knish as "an Eastern European snack food popular in Jewish communities." Knishes, says Wiki "Consist of a filling covered with dough that is either baked or fried. Knishes can be purchased from street vendors in urban areas with a large Jewish population, sometimes on a hot dog stand."

Much like their Latin American brother the empanada, KNISHES are perhaps the world's most perfect portable snack food. They are savory and delicious, filling, and feature an edible wrapper, something that can not be said about a bag of Doritos.

With the movie Borat currently burning up cinematic box offices nation-wide, Judaism is within the forefront of American popular culture. What better way to get your Jew on (I hope that's not offensive, please note that I write this as a half-member of the tribe and thoroughly identify with the culture--see, wasn't that unnecessary explanation totally Woody Allen?) than to nosh on some tasty KNISHES from your local friendly street snack vendor?

So. To the DC Department of Consumer & Regulatory Affairs, I have but one word: KNISHES.

HP has spoken and HP wants KNISHES.