|living in a city that never sleeps|
Entry for February 27, 2007
I can't move. We were fed such amazing delicacies at Yakimono tonight that I couldn't refuse anything and now I can barely sit up straight without my belly falling between my knees. 19 Rothchild Street - old Tel Aviv - and the restaurant is on a par with any NY Japanese restaurant I know (except the one on E. 43rd).
As we walked out Naomi said, over there - where Bank Hapoalim is - that's where my grandmother lived. My sister remembers the garden well.
How many times have I heard that kind of connection with the past. We're walking in Tel Aviv and someone will suddenly say - this is my great aunt's store. Ezi used to surprise me all the time with that. When I admired the Great Synagogue on Allenby Street, he mentioned that his grandfather had built it....
On a different note, perhaps, the song we're entering in the Eurovision song contest is called "Push the Button" about how Iran is going to blow us up.
2007-02-27 21:59:02 GMT