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Kenny & Ziggy's deli slices off a chunk of the Big Apple

A kosher delicatessen without the ambient sound of New York accents is immediately suspicious in my book, kind of like a Mexican restaurant with no Spanish speakers. Only delis stuffed with meats and cheeses and Noo Yawk dialogue put me at ease. But so do menus that prominently tout Reubens, because the sandwich is just about the only item this Southern-fried WASP from Louisiana knows how to order at a deli -- besides a bagel, of course.

This naturally raises a logical question: Why would a Southern-fried WASP from Louisiana think herself sufficiently knowledgeable to review a New York-style deli like Kenny & Ziggy's Delicatessen Restaurant? I pondered this very question recently as I sat at a polished wooden table in K&Z's bright, attractive surroundings, looking over the menu's selections of kishke, kugel and kreplach in creeping confusion. I felt more like a Southern-fried schlemiel. A matzo moron. A…

Okay, you get the picture. But like any good Southerner, I know how to meet people, and I know several New Yorkers, Lower East Side born and raised. Surely these friends, who have an opinion on everything, would be honored that somebody actually wanted to hear it. I decided there and then that I would recruit them for my next trip to Kenny & Ziggy's.

When Kenny met Ziggy: The crowds at their New York-style deli attest to its authenticity.
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When Kenny met Ziggy: The crowds at their New York-style deli attest to its authenticity.

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Kenny & Ziggy's Delicatessen Restaurant

2327 Post Oak Blvd.
Houston, TX 77056

Category: Restaurant > Deli

Region: Galleria

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(713)871-8883
2327 Post Oak Boulevard

Relieved by this thought, I was able to relish the Reuben ($8.95) I had ordered -- I told you -- which arrived open-faced (New York-style, I was told later) and looked like a half-acre of food, draping over the side of the plate. My only complaint: The Russian dressing came on the side, and it was impossible to smear it between the bread and the corned beef without major surgery. So, I smeared it on top of the melted Swiss cheese.

Flash forward a week. I arrived with seven friends who, to varying degrees, spoke "New York" and had the attitudes to prove it. Agreeing that the matzo ball soup was the true standard by which a New York deli should be judged, two volunteered to get it, just in case their opinions differed. (I realized later this was a joke: The opinions of New Yorkers always differ.) With that out of the way, the group systematically staked out the available dishes, ordering a carefully selected assortment of items to ensure quality throughout the menu.

After placing our intricate order, we turned to the restaurant's south wall, decorated with the caricatures of dozens of former and current actors and comedians. When Ziggy Gruber opened his famous Ziggy G's New York-style deli on Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles, I'm told, he recruited an artist to hang out at his restaurant and draw the famous faces that frequented the place, paying the caricaturist in pastrami sandwiches. Judging from the sheer volume of drawings, Ziggy G's was a regular Brown Derby.

And that's not the only deli in the Gruber clan. Ziggy's grandfather Max Gruber reportedly opened the first deli on Broadway in New York in 1927. The family has been peddling pastrami in a dozen or so locations ever since. Kenny & Ziggy's is the Grubers' first foray this far south, the result of Houston restaurateur Kenny Friedman, who met Gruber through a mutual friend and convinced him to open a deli here.

My friends were duly impressed by the history lesson, but they were still reserving judgment. For them, the real test would be the matzo ball. Would it float or sink? They knew one thing for certain: It wouldn't be small. One friend tried ordering a cup of the soup, but the waiter said the matzo ball was too big for a cup. There are just two sizes, he said, a pint ($3.25) or a quart ($6.25).

While we were waiting, one of my friends, a part-time musician, told us the lyrics of Jewish country-and-western songs he was thinking about writing. "How about 'The second time she said "Shalom," I knew it meant good-bye'?"

Groans around the table.

" 'I've got my foot on the glass, now where are you?' "

More groans.

Mercifully, the food arrived.

All spoons and forks immediately went to the two giant matzo balls on the table -- first just to pick at them to check for fluffiness, then to sample.

"Delicious!"

"Mine are never that fluffy -- that's why I let someone else make them."

"Doesn't sink to the bottom of your stomach like a schtein."

The soup itself had a delicious chicken flavor.

The potato knish ($3.25), a croissantlike pastry filled with silky mashed potatoes, was hot and scrumptious. It earned thumbs-up when bites were passed around the table. Pastrami can be ordered with extra marbling or extra lean; either way it arrives on a sandwich ($8.25) at least three inches thick, a definite New York tradition. The sandwich itself was flavorful, but when combined with the Hebrew National mustard flown in from New York, it was pungent and right on the money.

Rookie deligoers might want to pass on the kasha varnishkas ($3.50, or served as a side dish). The stuffinglike dish made from barley was a bit strong for this palate, definitely an acquired taste. The Acquired Tastes around the table loved it, though. And so it went for the kishke ($5.50, or served as a side), repeatedly referred to as Jewish boudin and just as likely to raise your cholesterol levels. Beef renderings, along with onion, celery and spices, are stuffed into a beef casing and sliced into thick, dark rounds that came swimming in brown gravy. Tasted ominous to me; everyone else raved.

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