Tel Aviv is a beautiful city in all respects, it’s highly unlikely that I’ll ever stop mentioning that I’m in love with it. The only thing that can ruin your stay there is the prices. But it would be a shame not to enjoy it! Where to stay, where to have breakfast, where to go for cocktails, what to bring back from the trip, except for hummus, and how to get what you can out of the city – let’s start from the Florentin area.
Remember, once I wrote about a vermuteria in Barcelona, located, as it turned out, in a landmark building with spikes? This is my ideal sightseeing. I like it when the blocks of stone and brick, in addition to their historical significance, carry life, the city vibe, the modern side of it. This is when the ‘attraction’ ceases to be a museum, but becomes something living and tangible. And the bar-restaurant Locale in Florence is exactly it.
On the other bank of the decorous and museum-ish Florence there is a street that goes against all classical perceptions of this city. The street buzzes, carouses, beeps, moves in two back and forth torrents, owing to the bars located on it – just like Rubinstein St. in St. Petersburg. And the best self-proclaimed bar of Europe and Micronesia (just like this) Mad Souls & Spirits can be also found there.
Quite unexpectedly, Florence opened up to be a touching museum-ish, but party-all-night-long-ish and noisy; it was holding its own cocktail festival Florence Cocktail Week. It was hard to get into all of these participating bars, but there was no way to skip, for instance, Manifattura Tabacchi, a unique place that conquered my heart.
While being not far from Cyprus yet another time, I decided to take a plane there, to see pink flamingos, meet with an old friend and hop in Lost + Found Drinkery bar, which, by the way, occupies the 27th place in the rating of the best bars in the world. I was intrigued.
I write about food at rare occasions, but there are times when it’s simply impossible to remain silent. Cocktail Bellboy has long been famous for its drinks, service and the atmosphere of an absolutely pulled-out-of-reality place. When they began to publish ‘teasers’ of what was called #magicalbrunch on Instagram accounts they increased their credibility in my eyes. These guys know how to take you to the garden of pleasure, indulgence and hedonism in the heat of the day.
Before I departed to Tel Aviv, only the lazy did not tell me that the great and mighty bartender of all of Israel Bar Shira had opened a new place (in fact, even more than one). And it’s a must-visit place! Sure thing I must, I thought! The legendary Imperial alone is worth it all. And so I go to the flea market in search of the neon Motel sign, looking for a detached beautiful building (what was I thinking?) And I can’t find anything. I check the address, raise my head – and here it is, Motel, just like a real motel that is put together from everything at disposal.