We have a rule here in Israel. In fact we have many and they all involve food. But the golden rule, and its a really biblically inspired, holy land, Deuteronomy XXIV kind’a thing, is: we have iced coffee every sunset at the Bell Bar. Because what Israel does better than everywhere else, other than the high-tec shit, like the entire Apple operating systems, most silicon chips and three quarters of micro-soft, plus the life-saving drugs that they develop here more than anywhere else, but what they really do better is iced coffee. Its to die for. Probably in a cholesterol-ish way but heh, you can’t have it all.
And of all the beach bars here in Hertzliya, Bell Bar wins for reasons I can’t tell you. Mainly cos I have no idea. Its just a vibe there. And a view.
But yesterday I learned why that particular rule of ours exists. What its for. Why it is an imperative. Its so important that the Lord God him(or her-)self MAKES us go there along the beach every evening in the searing heat, getting our feet wet in the Eastern Med.
We left our apartment, the score in the Spurs game was nil nil. I was depressed, but nothing could take us from our holy mission. So I slumped down the beach and we ordered. Then I thought I’d just check the score. And the other good thing about the Bell Bar is wifi. So slick and great that you do nothing. No log-in, no password, no nothing, it finds you and sorts itself out.
But it wasn’t working. Not yesterday. Undaunted we sat watching the setting sun over our drinks-from-heaven. And because I’d adhered to the rules set all those years ago by Moses (the original one, not the Chelsea loser), by the time we had returned, Spurs had beaten Stoke. Not just beaten but almost thrashed. 4-0 away. Harry Kane has woken up. We’re back.
You can’t tell me Spurs aren’t God’s team.
City beat United. But its ok, there’s no shame or disgrace at Old Trafford or on Morinho, the ref was shit. So it barely counts as a proper ‘win’ or ‘loss’.
Now I remember why Jose is a tosser, it escaped me for a while, but its all come flooding back.
Happy Sunday
A xxxx
Loved this post. LOVE just ADORE iced coffee. It’s my favourite drink, and you are right, only in Israel (and possibly Switzerland) but DEF Israel. The Bell Bar – must make a note of that. Don’t know how long it’s been around but places and restaurants and bars change Sooo quickly in Israel. Wonderful restaurants, street food stalls etc that were around a couple of years ago, are often no longer when trying to find them a few years on.
I didn’t comment on yours of yesterday or perhaps the day before. They were all about football, and much as I often enjoy it too, I am not fanatical about football, fanatical about falafel in Israel, yes, but football, no! It would be a boring world,if we all liked the same things at the same time. So I’ll just say Laila tov to you both, or sleep well and happy dreams
Happy Monday Too – after yesterday’s non stop rain in London and the south east, summer has returned once again. Bring it on, I say until at least Rosh Hashana – the Jewish New Year.
Shirley H xxxx