August 21, 2007 | 5:56 pm

Where are all the Jews?

Posted by Dikla Kadosh

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That’s what I kept thinking as I wandered up and down the multiple wooden staircases of the House of Blues on Sunset Boulevard on Saturday night.

The August 18 cocktail mixer and “Lost 80s” Live Concert was supposed to be the centerpiece event of JDate’s Schmooz-a-Palooza, a weekend-long extravaganza beginning with an oh-so-LA poolside party on Friday night at the Hyatt and ending with a swanky hotel brunch on Sunday morning-ish.

I didn’t make it to the early evening munch-and-meet, but according to one of the very few JDaters who stuck around for the rest of the night, it was, eh. Shelby, a bright, friendly and confident 23-year-old, verbally expressed her disappointment at the paltry turnout to Joel, one of the JDate representatives running the Palooza (we’ll get back to him in a bit). Shelby was also shocked and offended that the potato skins served at the reception had gasp! bacon on them! What is it with Jewish organizations serving blatantly non-kosher foods at their events (recall the Justice Ball)? Is it really that difficult in the land of abundance to find food options that aren’t treyf? Seriously.

Joel, who was extremely likeable and accommodating (and single I think), sincerely apologized to Shelby and explained that the House of Blues was informed that the event was Jewish, but apparently, no one explained the laws of kashrut to the kitchen staff.

“You’re not going to write about that, are you?” Joel grimaced as I stood by and listened to his exchange with Shelby. Yes, Joel, I am. But I’m not blaming you at all for the mistake. And from the sweet smile Shelby flashed Joel all evening, I don’t think she blamed him either.

Maybe the smile had more to do with the fact that Joel was one of the only other Jews left in the House. And one of the few people under the age of 30. “Everyone here is so old, ” remarked Shelby, perched on the arm of a plush couch in the House of Blues Foundation Room. The VIP lounge was gorgeous and decadent and had a sparkling view of the city below, but all that didn’t distract me from noticing the same thing. Let’s just say my boyfriend’s brother, who loves older women, was like a kid in a candy store that night.

A shiksa candy store.

According to JDate’s count, roughly 300 people schmoozed throughout the weekend and 175 attended the cocktail/concert night. To be fair, I didn’t do a visual count of Jewish looking people at the concert itself (I was having too much fun dancing in the Foundation Room), so maybe all the Jews were rockin’ to A Flock of Seagulls.

Despite the lack of a Jewish vibe, I had a wonderful time. The venue was great, Joel was great, and I made a friend. I gave Shelby my number. I wonder if she’ll call. It’s been three days already…

I guess this event had a JDate stamp on it after all.

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