Kosher Orgy: Save the Deli launch party at Ben’s

For those of you who have been living under a rock the last several years, my friend David Sax has been working diligently on his book Save the Deli, a chronicle of his travels throughout the United States and Canada in his efforts to seek out what remains of our dying Jewish Deli culture.

I was invited to his launch party this evening and I have to say, the man seriously knows how to throw a kosher rumpus — invite Borscht Belt King  and Friar’s Club dean Freddie Roman as master of ceremonies, attempt to feed some of the hungriest fressers in the city with enough cholesterol and saturated fat to kill a rogue elephant, and get Jewish Elvis to entertain the masses. Now THAT my friends is a party.

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David Sax, author of Save the Deli.

Is the guy next to him really Jewish Elvis? Or James Caan?

Or does he just work in a camera store on 47th street?

The other guy is definitely not Buddy Holly.

The party itself was an absolute mob scene. What do you think what happens when you say “Free Deli!” and you invite every Jew in New York?

These guys know how to chow down. But I couldn’t get anywhere near the buffet.

I decided to escape the crowds get some peace and quiet up by the counter area. Jewish Elvis sounded better from about 60 feet away, in any case.

Deli Still Life: Matzo Ball

Those Hebrews got some pretty long Salamis.

Pastrami on Rye

Slicin’ it up.

“I’ll have what she’s having.”

Kasha Knish.

“What kinda pickles ya want? You look like a sour guy to me.”

These folks are more my speed.

There’s always time for Deli.

I was offered some ruggies, and I did partake.

A fine lookin’ spread.

Ronnie.

The Man.

Lighting up West 38th, like a beacon in the night.