Where Am I Eating? B & H

Categories: Contest, Shockey

"B & H" stands for "better and healthy," and this soup is both!

In this week's Where Am I Eating? contest, Chris H. reigned supreme, correctly guessing that the borscht pictured was from B & H.

Congratulations, Chris. Please email me to choose your cookbook.

Chock full of beets, the borscht is a mainstay at this tiny vegetarian and kosher East Village luncheonette. Available for $4.25 for a cup or $4.75 for a bowl, it can also be had as part of a lunch combo meal, alongside potato pancakes (if it's a Tuesday), a grilled cheese sandwich (Wednesday), or stuffed cabbage (Thursday).

Stay tuned for another contest next week!

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kchausma like.author.displayName 1 Like

Would love to see the business card as well.  Sol was my grandfather too.  Would love to see it.  Thanks so much.

florence bergson goldberg
florence bergson goldberg

The B & H was owned by my father, Abraham Bergson, whose first partner was Jack Heller. Henceforth the "H".  His second partner was Sol Hausman. Perfect with the "H".  This small little restaurant packed in a lot of love and humor in addition to its wonderful dairy dishes lovingly prepared first by Jack Heller's mother and later by my Aunt Fanny Oshman.  Everybody knew everybody back then, and the B & H was alive with friends and families.  It was a wonderful place, and I had a wonderful childhood. Of all the dairy restaurants that dotted 2nd Avenue and much of the lower eastside, the B & H is the only one that remains.  That in itself should say something about the quality of the food.  One last thing; a bowl of soup cost 25 cents in the '50s. 

Elana Horwitz
Elana Horwitz

My father has a business card of Sol Hausman's.


@Elana Horwitz Hi I would love to see that business card. Sol Hausman was my grandfather. Could you possibly scan it?


B & H stands for Bergson and Hauser (or Housman), the two gents who started the place and were at work every day when I started eating there in 1957. When they sat down in the back to eat, they put on their yarlmukes. They had fresh eggs delivered daily from a farm in NJ.