Jeffrey A B.
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New World Market – A Taste of the Old World in the New
March 12, 2025
I have made my way to New World Market upon more than one occasion, and each time I am met with some new discovery—some unexpected delight that reminds me the past is not so far gone as we might be led to believe. It lingers in flavors, in recipes handed down like heirlooms, in a cabbage leaf rolled just so or a pastry folded with a knowing hand.
Now, I am no stranger to the pierogi, those little dumplings of fortitude, but I will admit to being pleasantly surprised that this fine establishment carries the vegetarian varieties with the reverence they deserve. The cabbage-filled ones are as tender as a well-kept secret, and the potato versions, hearty and honest, are enough to make a man tip his hat in respect. And then there is their cousin—something not unlike a Polish Perski—dough folded over cheese and mushrooms in a manner most pleasing, as if the Old World itself had leaned forward to whisper, “Try this, son.”
But what truly sets this market apart is its beer selection, a treasure trove of brews from Germany, Austria, and the Czech lands. Such things are not often found so readily in these parts, but here they sit in fine form, a reminder that a good drink should be savored and a good time should not be rushed.
Today, however, I chanced upon something new—something fit for the season. There, among the shelves, I found the traditional delight of Purim, the hamantaschen, a triangular pastry as mysterious as a folktale, its corners guarding a heart of apricot, raspberry, and other such sweet temptations. It is, in essence, a fine little thing—neither too proud nor too modest, but just right, a confection worth its weight in history and sugar. I highly recommend it.
So, if you should find yourself wandering the streets of San Francisco with a mind to taste something rare and fine, step into New World Market. There is good beer to be had, fine pierogi to fortify you, and if fortune smiles upon you, a hamantaschen or two to sweeten the journey. The Old World is not so far behind us, after all—it lingers here, waiting, patient and proud.