Verily I say unto you. There will be some standing in line here, which shall not taste of the deep-fried schnitzel or bread crumb-covered hot dogs stuffed into baguettes and sauced up, till they see it has the blessing of Rabbi Yisroel P. Gornish. (Matthew 16:28) Pete and Mackey Sasser trekked off to Midwood--meandering around multiple Flatbush neighborhoods on the pilgrammage--to experience the manna that is the schnitzel sandwich at Schnitzi on Coney Island Avenue. Pete did not waddle away disappointed either, the sinful gut-bomb goodness of the Schnitzi would make even Baby Jesus cry; Mackey found his Italian a bit too seasoned though. Pete even fashioned a bib out of a plastic bag so that the chimichurri sauce wouldn't drip all over his one remaining clean shirt. Schnitzi's is closed Fridays and on Holocaust Remembrance Day--which prompted Superstar and Pete to wonder out loud after walking up there one day last May: Now who's getting screwed? Also of note: As far as I can tell, the tip jar is merely a prop--maybe because the Torah forbids you from making your brother pay interest on victuals? (Deuteronomy 23: 20-21) Weary from his 13-mile exile, Pete picked up a chocolate croissant from Blue Sky Bakery and a cup of coffee from Blue Marble to celebrate his prodigal son-like return to Cobble Hill.