Rahm Emanuel's family trip to Israel gets off to a rocky start when he is caught eating bottom feeders at a Bostonian-themed restaurant in wannabe Las Vegas resort town Eilat.
Really, Mister Chief of Staff? You fly halfway around the world for your son's Bar Mitzvah to eat the waspiest grub known to man? Rahmie, take a tender critcism from one self-hating Jew to another, you need to wipe some hummus. Go do it, and while you're at it have the traveling press corp take your picture chowing on pita and pickles. That would be the culinary equivalent of serving in Gaza: your Israeli credentials will be established, and from then on you can devour raw hogs on public television.
