“It’s easy to imagine that walking into Liebman’s today is not so different from walking in when a man named Joseph Liebman first opened the place in 1953. Glistening hot dogs and fat knishes beckon from the window underneath the cursive neon sign that announces the place. Trays packed with whitefish salad, stuffed cabbages swimming in tomato gravy, sour pickles, gefilte fish, chopped liver, and fluffy matzo balls are on display as you make your way to the seating area. Even the counter is designed to resemble a ’57 Chevy Bel Air.”