Don’t get me wrong. I love beef brisket sandwiches as much as the next unreconstructed meatatarian. So when Kish and the happy jogger and I visited Dinin’ Hall today and I saw that Challah was there, I was a happy camper.
And, I was right. The brisket sandwich (on challah bread, of course) was succulent, juicy, and by itself worth a short trip over the Franklinton area to my favorite stopping place for our Columbus food truck friends.
But what really rocked my socks was the latkes I ordered to accompany my brisket. They were unbelievably light and crispy, like eating a bird’s nest that had that subtle, indefinable, yet forever lip-smacking potato flavor. Even after adding some of the sour cream-based dipping sauce, I felt like the latkes could go floating away into the humid Franklinton air — and what a crunch!
Woo-hoo! Challah, I want to see you again!