UPSTATE KASHRUS DIRECTORY
Coming from Lakewood? Not familiar with the area? Looking for a place with a ZSK-recommended Hechsher?
For your convenience, the following is a list of establishments in the Upstate NY area that are under a Hechsher from the Zichron Shmuel Kashrus Recommended Hechsher List.
With many Bnei Torah from Lakewood going Upstate for Bein HaZamanim we hope this list will be a great תלעות for the Tzibur.
Liberty
Sacho Catering Liberty, NY (305) 746-0981
Aperion At Apple Tree 1885 NY52-, Liberty, NY (718) 705-8248
Sushi At Apple Tree 1885 NY52-, Liberty, NY (845) 428-9400
Satmar Meats At Lemonade
261 N Main St, Liberty, NY Butcher Dep. (845) 436-5000
Kiamesha Lake
Cut Up Fruits and Vegetables
At Gourmet Glatt 4685 Rt 42, Kiamesha (845) 609-3600
Cafe Express
4682 Rt 42, Kiamesha (845) 794-3663
Taam Eden At Gourmet Glatt
4685 State Rt. 42, Kiamesha (718) 484-8565
Deli At Gourmet Glatt
4685 State Rt. 42, Kiamesha (845) 609-3600
Butcher At Gourmet Glatt 4685 State Rt. 42, Kiamesha (347) 409-7370
Swan lake
ZAFTIG
2 Stanton Corner Rd, Swan L. (845) 513-0088
Satmar Meats At Tyberg’s Butcher Dep.
38 Stanton Comer Rd, Swan L. (845) 436-5000
Lake Lodge Kosher Resort
4797 State Rte 55, Swan L. (347) 668-1492
South Fallsburg Woodbourne
Bookur Meats At Landau’s
3 Railroad Plaza, SF (845) 434-3689
The Nuttery At Landau’s 3 Railroad Plaza, SF (718) 705-8822
Boosur Deli
3 Railroad Plaza, SF (845) 434-3689
Gombo’s Bake Shop 5230 Main St, SF (845) 436-4107
Freund's Fish at Skopps Supermarket 404 Laurel Ave Fallsburg 845-436-8731 For delivery call/text (718) 438-3773
SRULY'S Homemade At Landau's 3 Railroad Plaza, SF (845) 425-2226 Ext. 165
Roll Masters At Landau's 3 Railroad Plaza, SF (718) 755-2564
Deli At Mountain Food Supermarket
286 E. Broadway Monticello (845) 794-4600
Sanders Bakery At Mountain Food Supermarket
268 E Broadway, Monticello (845) 794-4600
Taam Eden Bakery
321 E Broadway Suite 9, Monticello, (718) 484-8565
Satmar Meats
Butcher and Boosur Deli Dep.
352 E Broadway Monticello (845) 436-5000
Satmar Meats- Ichud At Greenfresh Kosher Supermarket
Butcher and Deli Dep. 3711 Route 42 Monticello (845) 436-5000
Gombo’s Bake Shop 431 NY52-, Woodbourne (845) 436-4107
Satmar Meats At Food Circle Supermarket Butcher and Deli Dep. 184 Hasbrouck Dr, Woodbourne (845) 436-5000
Satmar Meats Butcher and Deli Dep. 433 NY 52 Woodbourne NY (845) 436-5000
Reb Fishel Fish Store At Zest Supermarket 452 NY 52 Woodbourne NY (845) 751-1414
Satmar Meats At Zest Supermarket 452 NY 52 Woodbourne NY (845) 751-1414
Rock Hill
Rock Bistro By Aperion 277 Rock Hill Dr. Roch Hill NY (845) 202-2922
Hamaspik Resort 283 Rock Hill Dr, Rock Hill, (845) 409-2000
Sasso Dairy
277 Rock Hill Dr. Roch Hill NY (845) 202-2922
Ateres Wertheimer 277 Rock Hill Dr. Roch Hill NY (845) 202-2922
On Route
Kosher On The Go by Exxon Gas 425 State Route 208 Monroe N.Y. off exit 130 (845) 783-3726
Snaxit
Delta Gas Station 475 Route 4 W Englewood, NJ 07631 (201) 731-3049
Woodridge
Lake House Hotel 114 Lakehouse Rd. Woodridge. (845) 738-1200
(845) 513-0088
Boosur Catering (845) 434-3689
Aperion Catering (917) 471-2737
Satmar Meats Truck (845) 436-5000
Zichron Shmuel Kashrus of Lakewood provides the Tzibur with a list of recommended Hechsherim that have an established and long standing positive track record. This information is based on a consensus of the vast majority of mainstream kashrus experts. The Hechsherim listed here are the ones that experts concur to be from the top tier of kashrus in America [some Hechsherim may have not been listed, as they have not yet been thoroughly researched (some simply due to being relatively new on the market)].
ZSK's recommendations are primarily on factory made products available in grocery stores. Anyone familiar with inyanei Kashrus knows that the Kashrus of a restaurant certified by the best of Hechsherim will not be as Mehudar as a product which is made within the controlled environment of a factory. With the understanding that the kashrus level of a food establishment (restaurant, take-out, stores, caterers etc...) is אגרד
from the kashrus level of a factory made product, when choosing to eat from such an establishment, one would most definitely want to, at the least, be starting off with a high level Hechsher, to end up with the best possible results.
To add your establishment or to advertise in the Directory, email the Upstate Kashrus Directory at upkashrusdirectory@gmail.com
Zichron Shmuel Kashrus can be reached at ZichronShmuelKashrus@gmail.com or at (732) 860-2810
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Stories that make the song play in your head and morph into something greater than the sum of lyrics and melody; an impetus for introspection and growth.
ROUGH TRANSLATION:
May I merit to raise children and grandchildren
Wise and understanding
Lovers of Hashem, God-fearing
People of truth, holy offspring
Connected to Hashem
Who illuminate the world
With Torah and good deeds
And with all forms of service to the Creator
Baruch Levine composed the popular tune for this tefillah and released it on his album titled Vzakeini, in 2006.
AS TOLD TO ESTY STEINMETZ
JULY:
Rivky
It was a glorious day. The sun shone and the grass swayed in the breeze, beckoning us outdoors. We packed up sandwiches and cut-up fruit, and headed to a local park.
The kids ate hungrily, or perhaps they were simply in a rush to finish lunch and head to the playground.
SEPTEMBER:
Rivky
I waved heartily to Chaim, my no-so-little boy, as his bus pulled away, then turned away from the window, smile shriveling up.
Avrumi was still in bed. It had been such a drastic turnaround, a sudden tornado that took the world as I knew it, scattered it in ferocious winds, and returned it to me a broken, shattered shell.
After the crumbs were cleared, I suddenly held up a hand.
“We have dessert,” I announced. “In honor of Avrumi’s birthday!”
A surprised smile spread across Avrumi’s face as I dramatically opened a second cooler, rustled within the ice, and emerged with an ice-cream cake with a big 16 on top.
The kids cheered. As they happily licked ice cream off their spoons, my husband, Shaya, turned to Avrumi.
“Mazel tov. You should always be a source of nachas until 120.”
It was a heartfelt bracha, the standard one my husband said every year.
I looked at my tall bachur, shteiging away in yeshiva, and for some unknown reason, tears pricked my eyes as I murmured, “Amen.”
Two weeks later, Avrumi came home from yeshiva early. And he hasn’t gone back since.
There had been some subtle signs, noncommittal murmurings about what they were learning, staying home Shabbos afternoon instead of heading to shul with his chavrusa, a general sort of unhappiness that settled around him like a gray cloud that wouldn’t disappear.
But nothing to even signal what was coming.
Every night, I tried to dig through my memories. Was there something I should have realized, something I should have said or done? Would it have stopped the train before it was too late? The answers eluded me, along with the yearned-for sleep.
Shaya
Life seemed to stall, the days longer than I remembered. Every week brought new complex questions, more long discussions, more heartbreak. And then, it was erev Rosh Hashanah.
The question tormented me all day. To ask or not to ask?
Finally, as I took my machzor in my hands, I knew what I had to do.
I walked upstairs and hesitantly knocked on the closed door.
“Avrumi, I’m going to shul now.”
Silence. And then, “Don’t wait for me.”
I gripped the railing as I went down the stairs and avoided my wife’s gaze as I headed out the door, head bent, alone.
OCTOBER:
Rivky
Somehow, the weeks continued, life continued, although I felt frozen in time, in that minute that Avumi came back from yeshiva, a defiant glaze in his eyes that I could not reconcile with my Avrumi, and announced, “I’m never going back there. I’m done.”
We spoke to his Rosh Yeshiva, gained some insight. We heard about his struggles, his loneliness, the bachur who took him under his wings. And then used that power to clip his wings, to take our bright, wonderful boy, and transform him into a hurt, wounded animal that spent his days holed up in his room, impervious to the sunlight, or wandering the streets in search of something he couldn’t name.
The winter felt longer and darker than ever. But through the darkness, one thing was clear. We spoke to Rabbanim, professionals, experts in the field, and confirmed what we felt instinctively: We could keep Avrumi home, surrounded with love and warmth, no matter what.
I spoke to Shaindy, the sister closest to him in age, and explained that he was hurting and needed time, patience, and love.
She nodded silently, but the fear in her eyes screamed the words that she couldn’t say.
Would he ever be the same Avrumi we knew and loved again?
Chaim and Mindy were younger and not as afraid to ask.
many times with professionals to know exactly what to say. But I choked on the words. Instead, I hugged him again, and just repeated, “Daven, tzaddik. He needs your tefillos.”
DECEMBER:
Shaya
The menorah gleamed from its prominent spot by the window. But Avrumi’s menorah was glaringly missing and only intensified the ache in my heart. I poured the oil into the first cup, prepared the wicks.
“Kinderlech, we’re tzinding,” I called.
I recited the brachos and sat down to sing Mazo Tzur. Shaindy sat on the couch with her camera, Chaim sat down next to me, and Mindy perched on my lap. Rivky hovered near the door, eyes drinking in the warmth, the glow.
It was a cozy scene, but without Avrumi’s deep voice besides me, it didn’t feel complete.
I tried to sing extra loudly to make up for it and the kids joined in. It was festive, but my heart felt empty.
After the half hour was up, I grudgingly stepped away from the dancing flames. I liked to stay there till it went out, but we had a Chanuka party tonight.
Rivky stayed standing, eyes fixed on the little flickering flame.
“Coming, Rivky?” I asked softly, feeling like I was interrupting a conversation.
She nodded, but remained rooted in her spot.
The kids were laughing as they chased each other down the stairs. I fingered the car key in my pocket and looked at my watch. We had to go. Zeidy liked to start on time.
“Rivky?”
Chaim came home one day and asked, “Mommy, what’s OTD? Shloimy said that Avrumi has OTD. Is it dangerous?”
His eyes were wide open. I hugged him close.
“No, Chaim, it’s not dangerous,” I reassured him. “We just need to daven for him a lot, and Iy”H he’ll get better.”
“Is that why he does these funny things? And doesn’t cover his head, and doesn’t go to shul anymore, and dresses like a goy?” He wanted to know.
I knew the answers; we had rehearsed this so
She looked up, and there was such raw pain in her eyes that I looked away.
“Actually, maybe I’ll stay here tonight,” she said tentatively.
For a moment, I was caught off guard. “Everyone’s going to ask…” I started.
But then I stopped. “Ok. It’s a special night.”
And I stepped away, looking back over my shoulder at my wife’s figure in the shadows.
Rivky
I heard the car pull out of the driveway, and for a minute, I felt lost. What had I done? What would everyone say when they realized I stayed home and missed the Chanukah party? What was
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I belonged in the car with my husband and kids. I could still ask them to turn back.
But the flame … it flickered slightly, shrank, then rose up again, higher and higher. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
And I knew that my place right now was with that little dancing, wavering flame.
Avrumi
I heard the tread of footsteps on the stairs, the roar of the car engine, and then it was quiet. Good. Now I could come out and get myself something to eat.
I bounded down the steps nimbly, soundlessly, like I did every night when I returned to a slumbering house.
The house smelled of fried potatoes and oil. I sniffed appreciatively. I couldn’t wait to bite into that crispy, oily golden disc.
As I passed the dining room, my eyes wandered, unbidden, to the spot where my father kept his menorah, where my menorah had been in years past.
I wanted to look away, but it was too late. There it was, that little flame.
The room was semi-dark, pale light filtering in from the hallway, but there was a shape next to the menorah.
Could it be? No, it couldn’t be. It was the night of the annual extended family Chanukah party, and my mother wouldn’t miss it for the world.
But there she was, huddled in a chair, eyes on the flame, mouth moving soundlessly.
From her spot, she couldn’t see me. She probably didn’t even know I was home.
But I couldn’t continue walking. My eyes wandered from the menorah to the bent figure next to it, whispering fervently, imploring, demanding, begging.
And then she turned slightly, and I noticed the glistening tears running unchecked down her face. The murmuring grew louder.
“Vzakeini legadel banim…” I heard her whisper, each word a cry of agony and hope.
I crouched down into a sitting position in the hallway, hidden by the bend, and closed my eyes. And for the first time in a very long while, I cried.
And there, in that hallway, I made a promise. I was going to change. Because I couldn’t let my
mother’s tefillos go unanswered.
JANUARY:
Shaya
I couldn’t explain it. Couldn’t believe it. But when Avrumi joined me Shabbos morning as I headed to shul, for the third time, I knew it was real. Something was happening. Something good.
Avrumi started wearing a cap and mumbling brachos before eating. He even joined the suedos sometimes, a quiet onlooker but there.
Hope fluttered, filling me up from the inside with its warm rays. For the first time in months, my smile wasn’t forced.
Rivky started sleeping through the night. We didn’t discuss it much, fearful to express in words what we sensed. But Hodu LaHashem, it seemed we could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.
APRIL:
Shaya
Avrumi came with me to shul for every single tefillah every day of Yom Tov. I felt like singing as we walked together to shul, squinting in the sun after long months of darkness. Instead, we spoke nonchalantly about inconsequential things.
He still got plenty of stares, standing out in a sea of conformity, but it didn’t stop him.
He danced with the Torah by the last hakafah, holding it tight, eyes closed. I couldn’t keep my eyes away. When he finished, he stepped back to join the circle, face flushed. I put a hand on his shoulder, letting the joy from all around the room embrace us.
JULY:
Rivky
I wanted to buy Avrumi a birthday gift, something small to show him how proud we were of the long way he’d come.
I was still chewing over ideas one morning when Avrumi cleared his throat.
“Mommy, I wanted to tell you that I’m starting in a new yeshiva tomorrow. Not a typical yeshiva,” he hurried to add, “but I’ll think I’ll be happy there.”
My eyes filled. “Avrumi, you’ve come full circle,” I whispered.
I thought back to that day in the park just a year ago, and I knew that today was a glorious day.
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