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Tenement Museum tours: A review

Back in 2013, I visited the Tenement Museum in New York City’s Lower East Side and loved it. When I visited again recently for a different tour, well, I didn’t love it. This article combines both reviews, with updated museum information.

A corner building, red brick with decorative elements between and above the windows in white stone. Two black fire escapes zig-zag down one side of the building. The ground floor has a red awning that says Tenement Museum. Above the ground floor are four more stories.
The Tenement Museum’s entrance and shop are on the ground floor of this building.

My family’s immigration history

Three of my four grandparents were Ukrainian Jews who immigrated to the US around the turn of the last century. The other one was born in the US, but her parents were also Jews, from Lithuania or possibly Poland, who immigrated a bit before the turn of the century.

They came for the same reasons as the rest of the many thousands of Jews who emigrated at that time from Eastern Europe: persecution was increasing, with regular attacks by soldiers or civilians on Jewish villages. That, combined with the lure of a better life in the US, led my ancestors to leave.

Many of these immigrants arrived in New York City, and flowed into the growing Jewish community on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. Their neighborhood became the center of a thriving garment industry starting from the mid-1800s. This isn’t what my grandparents did; some of them sailed into Boston, rather than the more common arrival point of Ellis Island in New York, and the others went to New Haven, Connecticut, after arrival.

sighting down a row of ex-tenements, about five stories high. All are in red brick with fire excapes making zig-zags down the front. White stone decorations above each window, but otherwise quite simple. Tenement Museum tours start near here.
former tenement buildings on the Lower East Side

Disclosure: I was NOT sponsored in any way on either of my visits to the Tenement Museum.

Visiting The Tenement Museum

The Tenement Museum itself is a tremendously interesting and well-presented museum that is well worth the admission price.

It’s not a museum in the traditional sense of the word: a place where items of interest are on display in glass cases and visitors wander around to see them at their own pace.

Instead, the Tenement Museum consists of a single tenement building, one which was boarded up and left untouched for decades, so that it became a window on what life in that building must have been like for the immigrants who lived there in the late 1800s and early 1900s.

After years of research, including counting layers of wallpaper and linoleum, census searches, and so on, the apartments were furnished with period objects and set up as the apartments would have looked back then. The peeling wallpaper and cracked paint have been left as is, and the overall effect makes the lives of these immigrants visible and understandable.

Visitors are not left to wander around and read informational signs posted next to relevant objects. Instead, a guide takes groups through the building – on our tour, about sweatshops, we saw only two of the apartments – telling the fascinating story of one particular real-life family who lived in that apartment at a particular moment in its history.

Immigrants and assimilation

All of the visitors in our group were Americans, all children of immigrants, and, although my ancestors were not part of this New York garment industry, the people who lived in this tenement were so much like my ancestors that I could easily picture them there.

The objects in the rooms were objects my grandparents would have had – there was even a set of candlesticks for Shabbat candles that were almost exactly like one I have at home from my grandmother – and their hardships were hardships my grandparents would have faced as well. They didn’t speak the language; they needed a job, no matter how backbreaking it might be; they had to care for children in poor, unhygienic, overcrowded conditions; and they aspired to a better future for those children.

Our guide was a young woman who could tell a good story, and she was very open to discussion. I was particularly fascinated by the question of assimilation: did the immigrants keep speaking their mother tongue, in hopes of keeping their traditions alive for their children, or did they switch to English only, change their names to something more pronounceable in English, and generally do everything they could to assimilate? Did they work on Saturdays – the Sabbath day for Jews – because they needed the job? Or did they start their own little sweatshop in their living room in order to make their own hours, so they could work on Sunday rather than Saturday?

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My life as an immigrant

It’s not surprising that the tour made me think about my life as an immigrant in the Netherlands today. My immigration story is immeasurably easier than these immigrants on the Lower East Side, with my white privilege and general prosperity and a husband who speaks Dutch to help me navigate the complexities of Dutch bureaucracy.

These immigrants had to cope with coal stoves and a water pump in the back yard (and carrying coal and water up several flights of stairs many times a day), as well as tiny accommodations shared with a sweatshop for perhaps 60 hours a week. The level of prejudice against immigrants was high, and the Jews and Italians who we learned about on the tour were not considered white at the time, at least not while they had accents and dressed “foreign.”

Nevertheless, this question of assimilation is the same. How much do I assimilate and “go Dutch”? How much do I hang on to my American way of looking at the world?


While I have adopted some Dutch cultural elements – I ride a bike more than drive, I put mayonnaise on my fries rather than ketchup – I’ve also hung on to some American ones. I celebrate Thanksgiving with my family every year, for example. Does it make any sense to celebrate Thanksgiving outside of the US?

And in any case, putting mayo on my fries doesn’t make me Dutch. It’s the deeper cultural elements that change more slowly: the ways we look at the world, the assumptions we make about how the world should work. The polder model of decision-making, for example, is the idea that everyone in an organization can have a say in any decisions that are made. It makes for a very slow decision-making process, but also creates consensus. My American, top-down, assumptions about decision-making can sometimes clash with this model. This kind of cultural element takes much longer to change than the more visible, surface ones involving clothing, food and so on.

And the limits of assimilation are never fully defined, or rather it can take generations. My grandparents, raised in Eastern Europe, were Orthodox Jews. My parents rejected that orthodoxy and became Humanistic Jews, still part of a Jewish community but certainly more assimilated into the larger American culture. I don’t belong to any Jewish community, though I still think of myself as Jewish. My guess is that the same sort of assimilation has happened to the families of those immigrants we heard about on the tour.

Is that a bad thing? To what extent should immigrants assimilate and to what extent should they keep their own culture alive? I don’t have an answer to this question, but I’d love to hear your thoughts on the matter!

The Tenement Museum’s foodie walking tour

Several years after I visited the Tenement Museum, my sister and I returned again, this time for a walking tour: “Foods of the Lower East Side.” This tour wasn’t, in my view, the same quality as the museum itself.

The Lower East Side has been home to a succession of different immigrant groups: German immigration in the mid-1800s was followed by Italians and then Eastern European Jews, then various other groups from Eastern Europe into the early 20th century. Later in the 20th century it became more diverse, with African Americans, Puerto Ricans, Dominicans and more moving in. Nowadays it’s still very diverse, and various Asian groups have joined the mix.

So I expected the tour to be about these groups, and we’d taste the foods that each group had brought with them, one at a time.

The tour certainly mentioned the different ethnicities, but it wasn’t what I had hoped. While the guide was very personable and knew the neighborhood’s history, he didn’t present the history in a logical way so that it told a story.

Instead, we went from location to location, visiting a series of small businesses, most of which had long histories in the neighborhood. At each stop, the emphasis was more on the history and food of the individual businesses rather than on how they fit into the longer-term sweep of Lower East Side history.

Stops on the Tenement Museum food tour

We didn’t actually enter many of the businesses either. Instead, we stood outside in a small cluster and the guide’s colleague went inside to pick up the food we were going to taste.

To me, that was a missed opportunity, especially at a stop like The Pickle Guys, where a large variety of pickles are displayed in big vats inside the store. I would have liked to go in and peer into some of those vats, rather than just peeking in the doorway and tasting a few pickles outside on the sidewalk.

Looking into the shop, two shop workers are on the left of the room, with a row of shelving behind them. Down the center is three long rows of large barrels (thigh-high, I'd guess): bright red with a black rim at the top. On the right, several customers, and behind them on the right, a wall painted with a colorful mural, though it's hard to see what is on the mural.
The Pickle Guys

At Russ & Daughters Cafe ( or rather, outside it) we tasted bagels. This business, and more recently, this restaurant, date back a hundred years and four generations, and the bagels are top-notch (and I know bagels!). The founder of the business was a Jewish immigrant from Poland who built the business on traditional Jewish foods like herring, smoked salmon, bagels and bialys.

Hands hold a transparent bowl with pieces of bagels of different varieties: sesame seed, onion, poppy seed, pumpernickel. A stop on one of the Tenement Museum tours.
tastes of bagels

We did walk through the Essex Street Market, a community market that dates back a hundred years. Originally an outdoor pushcart market, it’s not really a street market anymore: in 1940 it moved into a red-brick building on the corner of Delancey and Essex and just this year added a new brightly-painted low building nearby. It’s full of all sorts of interesting stalls with foods from around the world.

Taken from across the street, this photo shows a one-story building with a few taller buildings visible behind them. The Essex Street market, a stop on one of the Tenement Museum tours, is painted in bright colors, with broad stripes of red and, between the stripes, repeated images of items that are sold in the market, e.g. artichokes and pickles. Across the strips the words Essex Street Market are visible painted in yellow in a slanted line.
The new Essex Street Market

At another stop, Grand 1 Bakery, we ate egg custard tarts that were excellent. It’s a Hong Kong-style bakery, but I never got a clear idea how people from Hong Kong came to the area or why or when.

If you’d like to learn more about the Chinese immigrant experience in America, read my article about MOCA New York City (Museum of Chinese in America).

a tray of custard tarts: fluted pastry edges and bright yellow centers, each in a pleated white paper cup. Taken on one of the Tenement Museum tours.
egg custard tarts

We stopped at several more places: a candy story run by Greek Jews since the 1940s, an Italian food shop, a Chinese dumpling shop, and a few more.

There’s no doubt that the Lower East Side teems with interesting places to eat or buy ingredients, stemming from dozens of different ethnic traditions. Add to that a visible gentrification, and this area is foodie heaven.

Nevertheless, given that the tour operates out of the Tenement Museum, it seemed to me to miss that important historical storytelling element. However, I’m not sure if my poor review of the tour is because it just didn’t meet my expectations or because it was a poor tour. I just don’t know.

In any case, it sounds like some of the other walking tours would have suited me better. The tour “Building on the Lower East Side” looks at the design and use of buildings in the neighborhood. “Then and now” sounds like the straightforward historical tour and “Outside the home” covers historic buildings and the events that happened in them.

Visitors Information

The Tenement Museum: 103 Orchard St., on the corner with Delancey St. The Visitors Center entrance is on Delancey.

Apartment tours: The museum can only be visited via a tour, which lasts 1-2 hours, depending on the topic of the tour. It offers 5 different apartment tours, which must be booked ahead of time on the Tenement Museum’s website. Tour price ranges from $27-$29.

Walking tours: Regular walking tours leave from the museum’s shop at 103 Orchard St., and like the apartment tours, should be booked ahead. Price: $27, but the food tour is $45.


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My entire family used to live in New York and I loved the cultures that surrounded us while we were there. My grandmother’s best friend was Jewish and talked about traditions on a pretty regular basis. To me, it’s a little sad that I don’t have much information about my own heritage. I know that my great-great-grandmother came over from Denmark…but I don’t know why or what her life was like. I know that’s not really an answer to your question, but you got me to think this morning. 🙂

Hi Rachel: That is a very profound question. My grandparents also immigrated from Ukraine, but to Canada. My grandmother never learned to speak English as she spent her entire life on the farm in a very rural location on the Canadian Prairies. When I was growing up, one of my best friends was from Italy. Her mother never learned to speak English. Just a very few words to get by. But she lives in the bustling city of Winnipeg. I think that when you live in a large city and are part of a new culture, you should make a strong effort to learn the local language and respect the local customs. That especially holds true today, when we are getting waves of immigrants into our cities that come from cultures very different to our own.

Very interesting -both the Tenement Museum and your thoughts about immigration and assimilation. In my case, it was my non-Jewish great-grandparents who immigrated to Canada. Three generations later, I and my cousins are more Canadian than anything else. Assimilation has occurred and yet, in some ways, we are still shaped by the immigrant experience.

One of the most moving tours we’ve ever done was a visit to Ellis Island although I’m uncertain as to where and when my Danish and German ancestors came or even why. And it’s heartbreaking to see refugees denied a visa and a haven in the US now. The question of assimilation is very interesting, especially to those of us who are expats, but I think one of the biggest steps to becoming assimilated is when one can speak the language. However, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to mayo on my French fries! (The Brits seem to love that combination too!) Anita

I so enjoyed my own visit to the Tenement Museum in NYC. It is a must-see for visitors to the Lower East Side.

This was one of the museums I hoped to visit when in NYC and just ran out of time for. And one that I suspect we would have made time for if we’d realized it was more than just a few period rooms to look at! It sounds wonderful. The food tour, however, does indeed sound like they missed tying the food to the history of the neighborhood and people in it. Maybe that’s why I don’t do many cultural food tours – they seem to be more about tasting the food than the history and culture it represents.

You raise interesting questions about assimilation. All of grandparents were immigrants, all landing fairly quickly in relatively rural areas of Minnesota – largely where there were at least a few other immigrants from their same country. Aside from the perennial argument over whether Christmas presents were opened Christmas eve or Christmas day, I can’t think of a single tradition that was passed down to us from our grandparents homelands. My paternal grandparents never spoke Swedish to their children again after the oldest’s first day of school. And, other than the names of a few foods, neither of my parents learned any of their parents’ native language. (I taught my dad a little Swedish when we went to Sweden to visit cousins!) I’ve tried to reintegrate a few Scandinavian traditions into my life, but I wish that either my grandparents or parents (hard to really tell how big a role each had) had not become so completely assimilated that they gave up or simply lost the culture of their homeland. Of course, one grandmother died fairly young, and she did continue some traditions, but little seems to have been continued by her daughter and none by her sons. I think my father missed the bit of Swedish culture he grew up with, but there didn’t seem to be any attempt to pass any of it on to us. (My mother seems to have not been interested until she got much older.) I’m envious of my mostly Italian and Ukrainian friends who seem to successfully blend the culture of their parents and grandparents with an American identity. In an America that doesn’t really have a cultural identity, I feel a bit adrift. And, while I am connected with a number of cousins in “the old country,” learning and adopting the culture of my grandparents feels like an add-on, not part of who I am. I think society often forces immigrants to give up too much of who they are — if others allow it, you can be fully American and without completely giving up your culture. Too often that gets lost in a belief that everyone conform to some American ideal that doesn’t really exist for most Americans and never has. That was as true of the Know Nothings in the 1850s as it is today. And the USA is a poorer county for it.

On a related note, we were using a New York Pass when we were in the city to hit as many museums as we could to check them out — especially ones we wouldn’t have paid to enter otherwise. Among them was the Jewish Museum. I mostly wanted to see the meditation garden, but I found the museum fascinating because it actually told the history of Jewish people in a way that made them real people with full lives, not just victims who’s only identity was their Jewishness. Curious to know if you’ve been there and what your thoughts are.

Hi Rachel,
A very Happy New Year to you.
Thanks for sharing your travel stories and life experiences with us.
I guess some of us who have to uproot ourselves to eke out an independent life in a faraway place would always hope that somehow we would have a real connection or something in common with our new home. Being able to contribute something positive or meaningful and to be really part to the new community that we may be moving to live with would also be something to aim for and hopefully achievable for us who may be seeking a new home to settle in year 2020!
I am not a great fan of museums but I do find the top photo of the Tenement Museum particularly fascinating.