Dancing on the roofs of Tel Aviv
When I used to come to Israel as a teenager during summer holidays, Tel Aviv looked totally different. It was untouched. A dusty city with stands selling hot corn on the cob, where my friends and I (happily barefoot) spent our nights out on the town. Back then, the Penguin Club was the trendiest joint in town, a smoky, dark punk club with music by the Clash and the Sex Pistols. The best parties however weren’t in clubs, they were on the flat rooftops of the Bauhaus-style buildings. A record player, an amplifier, beer bottles, cushions and mattresses. Dancing the nights away under starry skies till dawn.
Rooftop party with ashram vibes and deep house
Last weekend, I was at a rooftop party and had a déjà vu moment. It was like traveling back to Tel Aviv in the eighties. I climbed the stairs to the top floor, towards the music. Candles, a DJ and many Israelis who had probably met each other on a trip to India. Ashram vibes, giant clouds of weed smoke and deep house on the Rooftop. In some sense, not much has changed. The beats are different, the hippie outfits the same. Music from a Mac, instead of vinyl.
Thai food to stay away from
Last Friday, I had lunch with my family at Nithan Thai. I generally prefer to give recommendations, however today I have to advise against. The restaurant has a branch in Berlin and there’s quite a hype about it. Well, it was absolutely not my thing. The interior is tasteless and ostentatious, pop art combined with Asian wooden benches. I love eclectic features, but this was just wrong. There was actually foie gras on the menu. Hello? Is that still okay in 2017? We all found the food abysmal, the service poor and the prices way too steep. Thumbs down, spare yourself the displeasure. Rather go to Thai House, the Tel Aviv classic with the best curry dishes in town.
Paper paradise at Kikar Masaryk
On one of my bike rides, I discovered the Yooletta. I guess I’m a late bloomer, since that stationery paradise at Kikar Masaryk has been around for quite a while. I could lie down in these types of shops. A truly wonderful stationer in the heart of Tel Aviv. It’s in my heart now too.
A perfect place to spend the last hours of Shabbat is the Veranda Sunset Lounge. If you manage to grab a bar stool at the balustrade facing the sea, there’s no better place for sunset-watching. The Mykonos-style bar closes during winter and opens again in March. When I came to Tel Aviv and still had plenty of time, I used to go to the beach almost every evening to watch the sunset. Alas, I can’t do that so often these days. But sunset in Tel Aviv is always my first choice when I want to relax.
translation: Catherine Bradshaw