Ask me why Monday night is different from all other nights. Come on — ask me. I got four reasons for you right here.
Bitter vegetables, double dipping, hardtack, and — why I oughta!
But seriously, folks: Monday night is different from all other nights in that it’s the first night of Passover. It is one long, well-ordered feast in which the wine starts dribbling in at sundown, and doesn’t stop flowing until legally-mandated closing time at midnight. And it is — traditionally — my favorite holiday of the year. Or at least, one of them.