Thursday Night in TA

We checked into our hostel on Hayarkon, near the beach. It was a fine, clean hostel. Strangely, there were tons of apparently non-Jewish people around: a girl from Toronto, another from Switzerland who was in Israel learning to scuba dive. Also several Australians and Germans.

We went to an Indian restaurant, which was pretty decent. Then we went to this American Bar right near the beach called "Mike's Place." The bar is famous: on April 3, 2003, a suicide bomber killed 3 patrons and wounded 40 others and totally destroyed the bar. The bar was rebuiult in the same location shortly after and is very successful to this day. There was a toga party there: people in togas got free shots. So the American waiters gave the Otzma girls toags to wear. I didn't much care for Mike's place, it was too American. I don't need to go to Israel to experience frat parties.

After this, we went to a bar on the beach again (the same bar I had been to weeks earlier, very beautiful, the reason the war was won in 1948). We smoked nargila. Then late at night, we went to this dairy desert place, Yodvatah, which a few weeks ago had served my friends and I the worst pizza I had ever had. So I had some reservations, but I caved. I had a chocalate souffle, which was average. But Josh and Brian had pancakes which were awful. So we're never going back, ever.