Manchester hasn't been getting a very good press of late. There's the football hooliganism:
the Universities' Union vote to boycott Israel (yet again), taken at Manchester University:
and the fact that Liverpool, its neighbour and rival, is threatening to overshadow it as European City of Culture:
So, it's great to be able to relate a story of kindness, which reflects the true spirit of Manchester.
At the moment it's the run-up to Shavuot,
so I visited David's Deli, which had been recommended by a friend (who works there). A simple non-descript place in the heart of Orthodox Broughton Park, the smell of fishballs, gefilte fish, fried fish, and fresh cooked salmon just hit you as you walked in (with bike)
I ended up buying practically our whole Shavuot lunch there (or at least the main course).
But on arriving home, I found that two latkes were missing,
so I phoned up and was asked to pick them up later at the owner's home. I did this and was offered a fabulous home-made ice-cream on arrival - the sort that reminds you of idyllic childhood:
And stayed for a chat.