Dinner in Tel Aviv

After I got back from the beach I just hung around. Amir brought hummus from somewhere with pita. It was okay hummus, I guess I just say that because it was like nothing I had ever eaten before; lots of different spices.

After Jonathan and Megan got back from their excursion at the beach, Jonathan told me that he was going into Tel Aviv to meet his (basically) step-brother and asked if I wanted to come. I said yes, which surprised him (I guess since I had been saying no to going places up until this point). I was filled in with how different they were and we headed for the bus.

Well at that moment, Shabbat had ended and all of the buses were running again, what this means is that every bus was packed. We waited for a bus or sharut (spelling) which is a mini bus,more like taxi) for about 45 minutes and then just split a cab. It was definitely expensive but it finally got us there. We arrived at the hotel 30 minutes late and got a note to meet his brother somewhere else. We caught another cab and headed up to the top floor. It was Jonathan, myself, his step-brother, his step-brothers travel buddy, and a travel friend they met in Israel. Basically the three of them love to travel and they keep their eye out for great deal and snatch them up. They all got a $99 flight from San Fran or somewhere on the East Coast to Israel, which is pretty sweet.

Anyway, the hotel that the one guy was staying at was very classy. We were asked if we wanted anything to drink and Jonathan asked if we had to pay; when we were told it was free he grabbed some wine and I just asked for water. I felt a little out of place between the people we met and their personalities and the place we were and me, I felt like some country bumpkin who won the lottery and just felt out of place to wherever they went (you know what I mean?). Anyway, Jonathan was looking for a spigot or a pitcher for water and could not find any. He opened the door for the "help" to ask but nobody was there. It made me laugh and feel so much more comfortable since the place had bottled water for me, in the fridge next to the beer.

We chatted for a while and then headed out to find food. The place that we went to was closed (end of Shabbat) and we kept walking. We came across a couple and the travel guy (Willie) asked them a good place to eat; they told us to follow him. We got to the door that was packed and they said that they were booked. The couple had a couple of words with the woman at the door and they told us 3 minutes. We headed in and it was like a classy sports bar that played concert videos and not sports. It was a good atmosphere and pretty cheap. The name: King Georges. We were give the following menus: 1 English, 2 French, 1 German. The last person waited and the rest of us tried to figure out what we were ordering.

I got the chicken wings as for the last three weeks I have been craving some Frank's in a horrible way. When I realized that they did not serve cheese on their burgers it hit me "kosher you fool!" I asked about the blue cheese or Ranch and was told that I would get neither. I had no idea how I would eat these but was hoping for celery. My wings were not hot wings, despite the hot sauce comment on the menu. It was covered in a sweet sauce so I did not need any dipping sauce but it was not what I expected.

After dinner we said our goodbyes and headed home. We had issues getting a sharut back; Jonathan even chased on that stopped and when we got close it went and then stopped and when we got close it went. He flipped the guy off so I am sure that did not help. 20+ minutes later we caught one and got home and headed to bed around 12. I was promised that it is not usually this hard to get to and from the center.