“The past remains a painful subject in Lviv, and there have been few public efforts to deal with the city’s dark Jewish history. And so a young Ukrainian entrepreneur sensed an opportunity. He opened Under the Golden Rose, a theme restaurant that he says honors the city’s Jewish past. It’s a place where diners are given hats with peyes attached, nibble on matzoh, and are encouraged to haggle over food prices…”

If perhaps you were intrigued by the idea of podcasts by comedians but you aren’t interested in living in a male-only world, as Paul Brownfield, the author of this past weekend’s Times mag piece on podcasts by comedians does, here are a few things for you to explore!

• In the print version of the magazine, but not online, How Was Your Week?, by Awl pal Julie Klausner, got tied for his final pick. That’s… nice that it got a mention! It’s very good. Perhaps you will enjoy, if you can stand the fact that Julie doesn’t have a penis.

• There is also the podcast of Ronna and Beverly, who are barren harridans.

• Throwing Shade, with Bryan Safi and Erin Gibson: they talk about lady and gay stuff! But that’s so marginal, so be careful if you listen.

• You Had To Be There, with Nikki Glaser and Sara Schaefer, which happens in Sara’s apartment, so you know it’s all “domestic” (probably about oven-cleaning techniques?).

• There is Elizabeth Laime’s Totally Laime Podcast, which is about advanced tatting and needlepoint.

• There is also Who Charted?, with another man-woman team, which is about the pop culture that is popular (but probably dumb).

Surely there are more? Tell us about them!

You know how, every election, they’re all BUT THE COURTS! THE WINNER WILL CHANGE THE COURTS! Well, this time they mean it.

William Bruce Rose, Jr., also known as Axl, turns 50 today. WHAT A WORLD. I DON’T EVEN. Etc.

It’s nice to see someone who’s been on the job for 60 years still be willing to continue being rich and stuff.

This is an amazing, amazing, wonderful front page, right down to the weather description on the top right. [via]

The epic conclusion to an entire season of poetic football picks.

New England -3 NY Giants 54

When Yahweh created the USA
She put two towns four hours away
And in the sports they’d always play
Until everyone was sick of hearing about them.

Boston with its chowder, New York with its cocaine
Had a belligerent rivalry to maintain.
Boston had a strangler, New York, a son of Sam
And all the other cities stopped giving a damn.

Four cold dark years ago
They met in a southwest state that has no soul.
And because the Patriots stopped taping practices
They got defeated, the Giants kicked their Assesses.

Until suddenly they were to meet again-a.
At the gates of hell: Indianapolis, Indiana.
And what unholy creature would usher them onward?
The worst halftime show since last year, the demon Madonna.

The Patriots are led by the handsome Tom Brady.
Who’s had babies with two pretty ladies.
Once again they meet the ferocious Giants
With Eli Manning whom no one likes very much.

The Pats are known for their passing attack
Because no one’s ever heard of their running backs.
They rely heavily on their great tight ends;
One who is fast, the other with scoops for hands.

And Wes Welker who is way too short to cover.
He’ll run through your legs so don’t even bother.
And if their offensive line stands strong
They’ll score touchdowns all night long.

But the Giants pass rush is ridiculous.
They squash quarterbacks into an icky paste.
In December their team was just 7–7.
But God hates the Jets so she interfered from heaven.

And now the Giants are a win away
From once again ruining the Patriots’ way.
This team is better than five years ago
And the Patriots defense is stupid and slow.

Eli Manning has moments of genius.
His 4th-quarter comebacks send chills up the weenus.
Can New York once again defeat the evil Belichick?
Or will he leave their proud tradition a smoldering wreck.

Whichever wins the other town won’t hear the end of it
One city will feel ebullient.
The other will feel like utter shit.
At least until the Yankees and Sox get back to it.

And I grew up in Massachusetts’ Beverly.
Which was once the Birthplace of the American Navy
(Until Marblehead stole that away completely).
Now all we have is the Magic Show on Cabot Street-y.

I grew up cheering for the Pats
Even when few bothered to ever do that.
I’ve seen them win Super Bowls thrice
And lose three as well, which was like putting your junk in a vice.

But I will always pick them to win without fail,
For when I read Moby-Dick I cheer for the whale.
I hope they avenge their loss in the last Super Bowl
And hope there are some awesome commercials.

PICK: PATRIOTS, PRINCE’S HALFTIME SHOW, THE OVER

Overall, Football Haiku Picks went 134–136–8 for the season.

Related: Smart, Sportsy Things For You To Say During Super Bowl XLVI

Jim Behrle tweets at @behrle for your possible amusement.

“It’s a mammal with a long, rat-like snout, a rather high number of small incisors, closely spaced premolars with pointed cusps, and especially long, curved upper canines. Note that, unlike dogs, foxes and so on, it doesn’t have an obvious rhinarium (the area of dark, distinctly textured skin that surrounds the nostrils in such animals). These features all immediately screamed “opossum” to me. Partly this is because I’ve handled opossum skulls and am familiar with their surprisingly big upper canines and high number of incisors. Even the fur looks opossum-like (mammal carcasses typically slough fur after they’ve been decomposing in water for a while, and this explains the naked face). When you add all this to the fact that the Virginia opossum is a common, widespread mammal in California we have an obvious and uncontroversial identification.”
 — Bummer. The crazy-looking mohawked monster creature that washed up on the beach in San Diego last week is really just a decaying opossum.

“The legal battle over the ownership of a cat in Stornoway has come to an end after the death of a key witness — a dog.” This story does not end happily, in case you couldn’t tell.