Lunch in That Name-forgotten Kosher Miami Restaurant

Somehow I didn't photograph the name of the Miami kosher dairy restaurant my cousins and I ate in the Sunday I was there.  I'd appreciate if someone would add the name in the comments, thanks.

We had a lovely meal. The menu and Hechshar are posted on the window, but I can't see the name anyplace. Those who know Miami should be able to recognize it and the buildings across the way which are reflected in the window.

I had my usual Tuna Salad, which I eat out in many places.

When it's called Salad Nicoise, I just tell them to "hold the potatoes." I think that this restaurant just had "plain old tuna salad," because I don't see the hard-boiled egg you usually find in a nicoise salad.

The restaurant seemed to be one of those family-friendly ones with lots of plain tables and quick service. When my cousin didn't like her food they tried to be accommodating.  There are quite a few kosher restaurants in the area, and I trusted my relatives to choose one.  It's nice to have a choice all within a short walking distance. As I've written before, I was very surprised by the amount of  kosher stores in the Miami area.

Kosher in Miami, Fish & Sushi

I can't believe I've been back home for a few weeks and haven't yet posted about the lovely kosher restaurants in Miami, Florida.  First of all, even though I know that friends and others will groan and say that I'm just a New York/Israeli snob, but I was so pleasantly surprised to see so many kosher restaurants and stores in the Miami and just north or Miami areas.  Yes, you say that against me.  I hadn't a clue that the Jewish community in Southern Florida is so vibrant and traditional.

In all honesty and prepared for the slinging of soft tomatoes, I'll say that it reminded me of the Jewish areas of Queens and Nassau, Long Island, both in the Jewish Kosher establishments and in the architecture. Those of us who are strictly kosher won't have problems when visiting Southern Florida.

The very first day after my red-eye from Phoenix, Arizona, I was taken touring by two cousins, my host and another who winters in the area.  Miami, like Phoenix/Tempe/Scottsdale, isn't a New York City or Tel Aviv either.  It looks pretty suburban.  Here and there are some tall buildings, and on the whole, the hotels dominate the skyline especially towards the beach.

We stopped for lunch at a place called "17 Restaurant & Sushi Bar, KM."  I presume that the KM stands for Kosher Milk; though I could be wrong.

We started the meal sharing some sushi, which was delicious.  I ordered their salmon and asked that I only have vegetables and salad on the side.  It was perfect.

My cousins ate other dishes, which I didn't photograph.  They were also very pleased with their food, and we didn't leave over a crumb of anything.  That can't only be caused by our genetically good appetites; the food was delicious.

17 Restaurant & Sushi
1205 17th St‎
Miami Beach, FL 33139
305 672 0565

Hands as "Art"

This "hand thing" of mine started when I was in Miami, Florida, and my cousin pointed out that this reaching hand is a Holocaust Memorial.  Its visual impact is great.

Many of those who tried to escape the Holocaust and were refused by the United States ended up in in Central and South America.  And no doubt you know that too many ended up being returned to Hitler's Final Solution. Many survivors also found Spanish-speaking America more hospitable than the United States post-war. This hand reaching for help truly symbolizes how they felt and what happened. Today many in Miami and Florida's Jewish population are Spanish speakers and descended from those Jews.

I also found these sculpted hands in the Israel Museum.

There's a lot of drama in hands.  I know that from my dancing and choreography background.

Since I'm blogging about "hands" I want to show you my new ring, which I bought in Arizona at an Indian jewelry store in Scottsdale.

All Five Senses for 52 Frames

This past week's 52 frames theme/challenge was the senses.  I had really wanted to get a great beach picture in Miami, but it didn't work out.  I got to the ocean, but I didn't get to a beach.

I even stuck my foot in the water, but it didn't make for the all five senses visual experience I had been hoping for.

Finally, at pretty much the last minute, the morning I had to get the picture submitted, I shot my breakfast, after dressing it up a bit with greens.

All 5 Senses
Touch- We handle food in preparation and sometimes eating it, too.
Sight- We look at food.
Hearing- I heard this sizzle when cooking. Taste- I'll taste it when I eat it. Smell- It sure smells good.

Don't Be Afraid to....

Dream....

Dream on.
We all need a dream.

In a Miami park...

A Peek at Some Miami Museums

My cousins took me to a few museums when I was in Miami, yes, last week.  I'll just give you a peek right now.

Yes, I do admit that this is a rather strange selection of pictures.  I have more, which bli neder (don't hold me to it) I'll post at a later date.

If you're familiar with Miami museums, then maybe you can chip in by identifying the pictures in your comments.

Fun and Healthy Food in Miami

I was in Miami for the very first time last week visiting cousins.  They took me all around; they really love their city and Dade County.

One of the places we went to, which wasn't all that far from their home, was a farm, Burr's Berry Farm, which not only sells its vegetables and strawberries, but for those interested you can pick your own berries and pay by the weight.

Since we had neither the time nor the need for such a quantity, we just bought produce from their stand.

The tomatoes were as ripe and tasty as those we buy in Jerusalem's Machane Yehuda Market, which is a great compliment.  I even found something to drink.

Yes, coconut milk.  Totally unprocessed and kosher.  They poke a hole in the coconut, stick in a straw and then I drank it.  I was disappointed that they didn't have the tools to break it apart so we'd be able to make a meal or good snack from the actual coconut.

More posts about my visit to Miami to follow, G-d willing.