Didn’t I promise you restaurant reviews this week? Friday night the wonderful club Zappas became the host to a 70th birthday party of a friend. At his age he wanted to hear music of the fifties and sixties and his friends rejoiced. I forgot to ask who the DJ was but I looked over and was surprised to see he was in his twenties. How did he know?
But of course you want to hear about the food because most people go there for the performances and not for jitterbugging and dinner, and probably don’t even notice what they’re eating. The food was incredible. The woman next to me, known for her gourmet parties, whispered that this was the first party where she actually ate , and I saw her go back for seconds. My favorite was the mushroom gnocchi and so was hers. Just now she called me to say her stomach hurt, but who knows if it wasn’t just overeating or a virus.
With the heat daring us to go outside, we met some friends for breakfast at the gay cafe in Gan Meir. All the dogs were running around happily(except of course Shusha, who sat under the table and growled), and all the families were chilling out in the heat (until a lady got them together for story hour) and except for a thousand mistakes in the orders, we had a perfect morning. Most of our breakfast companion were walking around in Jerusalem last night, and Orit even went to Mea Shaarim, with the excuse that she’s interested in recycling, and all agreed that it is much better to be in Tel Aviv.
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