date:Feb 20, 2013
I doubt there's any kind of restaurant riskier to open in Atlanta than a New-York-style Jewish deli. People have tried frequently over the years, but the deli-craving perfectionists almost always stab it squarely in the gefilte.
For reasons I don't quite understand, there was a handful of authentic spots when I was a teenager. My favorite was the Nosh O' Rye in the Henry Grady Hotel downtown.
Owned by Russian Jews, it provided my first taste of chopped liver. I started taking the bus downtown