|Any business that survives 80 years in New York City deserves praise.|
Zabar’s has done it. The tried-and-true institution has survived and thrived on the Upper West Side for 80 years. If you’ve never shopped at the Broadway emporium, you probably find it hard to believe that for decades, one store could outlast dozens of others on the same stretch of city street. But if you know Zabar’s, you know that the bread-loaded, cheese-filled, salmon-stuffed market is the only one of its kind in New York City.
We’ve mentioned longevity many times before on this blog. Those mom-and-pop shops that stand the test of time and continue to prevail –– while a host others fight to keep their leases and eventually disappear–– should be celebrated. Family businesses will always be the lifeblood of New York –– locals and tourists should take it upon themselves to support these pillars in our city. If you’ve yet to visit Zabar’s, you can watch a tour of the store here:
The West Side Rag recently featured an interview with Saul Zabar himself. When questioned about what sets the shop apart from others, Zabar responded, “Family and an invested interest in the community.” You can read the article here.
A few years back, I chatted with Zabar’s longtime store manager Scott Goldshine. You can read that article, also on The West Side Rag, here.
I’ve spent countless hours and dollars at Zabar’s since I moved to the Upper West Side in 2009. In fact, I have a tough time passing 80th and Broadway without popping in for a few portions of their famous hot smoked salmon and a container of calvestrano olives.
Other foodstuffs I pack into my hand-held basket include delectable decaf espresso, store-made veggie cream cheese, and the brand’s own decadent dark chocolate bar with sea salt. I usually buy three.
Zabar’s enticing bread counter tempts and tantalizes. I tend to forget my reduced-carb diet as I spot the freshly baked loaves stacked behind the counter. As a matter or fact, the rye bread is one of the best I’ve eaten and frequently sells out. I’ve left the grocer and returned 20 minutes later, only to hold a warm, crusty loaf in my hands, eagerly awaiting the moment I arrive home so I can splurge on a slice or two. Sometimes, I can’t wait, and break open the bag en route.
On Christmas day, it’s a tradition in our house to eat a ham sandwich topped with spicy mustard on old-fashioned rye. I’ll make a trip to Zabar’s and purchase a fresh-out-of-the-oven loaf next week, and this year will be no different.
|Well done, Zabar’s.|
New York, NY 10024