I am not sure if it is the time of year, or if it is just the fact that I miss ole NYC that my thoughts are drifting to that little oasis on 2nd Ave, of Moishe’s Bakery.  The smells that fell your nose and swirl around your mind as soon as you step in the door.  A place where you can still get load of rye for 2 dollars and some change.  A wonderful place that is so full of gastromtric memories.