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From the moment I step out of the elevator for an appointment at Ron Ben-Israel’s SoHo studio and receive an initial greeting from Ron himself—clad in white starched chef’s shirt, peeking through a blue-tinted glass door, and wearing a mischievous grin—I know instantly that I am in the presence of someone essentially playful, impressively multifaceted, and deftly orchestrated. As I watch him choreograph his kitchen, his past life as a dancer becomes clear. Ron Ben-Israel has balanced atop many fields, but he found his calling with wedding cakes.
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