The Homestead (A Foodie Blog)

In the town I grew up in there was an amazing European deli (now it would be called a gourmet shop) that had the most wonderful things. For my birthday every year my parents would buy me an Americanized version of Sacher Torte, a Viennese chocolate cake separated by layers of apricot jam ( or raspberry jam in my case). There was only one place this special cake could be found and that was in The Homestead Gourmet Shop in Kew Gardens.

If you mention The Homestead to people who grew up in and around Queens ( esp. Kew Gardens and Forest Hills), you will hear  audible groans, sighs of pleasure and individual memories sprouting up like wild daffodils. Some remember the two different kinds of potato salad (one German, the other with mayo), others the enormous pieces of Polish Rye bread, thickly sliced and a bit sour. For our family we usually ordered different taste sensations: chicken and shrimp salad (1/4 lb. each) the tiny mini-gherkins, sweet and tart in one bite and of course, roast beef and freshly baked turkey sandwiches..  They had home-made apple, cherry  and cheese strudels, the delicate, buttery flakes of crust, the fruit oozing out. There were imported cheeses, breads of all kind, and imaginative sandwich combinations which were unheard of 45 years ago. A favorite of my sister’s was turkey, ham, cheddar cheese, coleslaw and Russian dressing. It became a family favorite. Going to the Homestead was practically a religious experience, and it never disappointed us. You could practically meet half the town there on Sunday afternoons, neighbors talked and we stood in line like good soldiers eagerly awaiting our turn. When you first opened the door to the Homestead, you would smell wonderful, different smells and then your salivary glands would start in over-time.

These sandwiches were so important to us that when friends visited my sister and I from the city once, we hid the sandwich. We would not share our Homestead sandwich, we would not part with even a bite. That’s how good they were and how embarrassingly shameful and selfish we were. Let them eat packaged cookies, we thought. No one is having this sandwich except us!  I remember it was a Roast Beef sandwich on Rye with Russian dressing, or in our code, an R with R  on R. Apparently sharing was not in our vocabulary at the time. They also had small individual aluminum cups of chocolate pudding and egg custard. How the egg custard shimmied, the chocolate pudding with its cooked skin draping over the cup. There were bins of imported cookies and candies, and delicacies from far away.

The Homestead was run by a man named Teddy who really was a superstar in our town. When he acknowledged us we felt special. The best deal my sister had was when she became friends with Teddy’s daughter, Barbara. They went behind to the back and made the glorious sandwiches themselves which they took to the beach. We were all jealous of her and she knew it.

To this day, if we visit our old neighborhood, a stop at the Homestead is required.  German potato salad, famous at the Homestead has been known to have been brought to others by car, train and plane. We still talk about this amazing deli and sometimes when the longing is too great, we head for Kew Gardens for a trip back to the old days. And we eat. A lot.

4 thoughts on “The Homestead (A Foodie Blog)

  1. My parents lived in KG from 1950 to 1994, I was there from 1950 to 1965. We always referred to the Homestead as “Teddys”. One of my sisters was very good friends with their daughter and in later years my father would have lunch a few times a week with Teddy in the back of the store. We did the potato salad without the mayo and oh those linzer torte cookies. I am still trying to find one that comes close in the DC/Baltimore area where I had moved to in 1965.
    What a wonderful article to have found today as 19 years ago today my father passed away. We lived on the corner of Beverly Rd and Lefferts Blvd-only a block away. How fortunate for us. Thank you for this wonderful memory.


  2. How well I remember the Homestead and how often I was in there – I only lived a half block up 83rd. off Lefferts.

    Teddy, his wife and his brother in law were the essence of hospitality and surpassed only by the marvelous delicacies they served.

    My all time favorite which probably didn’t help my cholesterol count was their rare roast beef sandwiches with ice burg lettuce on thin hand cut double baked rye oozing with home-made mayonnaise – that was manna from heaven!

    I have lots of good memories of Kew Gardens and those sandwiches were among the best.

    A. Linsky (KG 1938 to 1963)


    • thanks. I love the Homestead too. When we visit KG, we still go there and to Dani’s House of Pizza. I wrote another article about Kew Gardens that is hopefully still on the oldkewgardens website. Enjoy!!

      Love, Laurie


  3. I am drooling all over my keyboard! What a sensual, sensational blog! When I worked in NYC, I used to devo(u)r brie, ham, coleslaw, and Russian dressing on dark rye sandwiches. Not Homestead, but now I understand the relationship of coleslaw, dark rye, and Russian dressing! Got to go make a sandwich!


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