infantile snooze (ii)

sjo and i met across from rabin square, and sat down at the wannabe-posh 24-hour place (can never remember its name). nobody looked at us twice, we sat down at a free table and chatted while waiting for the waitron to arrive... she eventually did, only to go and find the manager so she could inform us that we were sitting at a reserved table.

either you're serious about service, or you aren't. if you don't have somebody on the lookout for new customers, then don't treat those that do arrive like they've made a mistake. i won't be going back there. we walked his bicycle to my place, i put on my blades, and we rolled on to shine.

the table we were seated at (the only outside one available) wasn't good, and they only served boiled eggs: a total deal-breaker. we didn't have to look too far though, bleaker's is on the next corner and the food, service and setting were all great. of course, it's one of those places i walk past all the time and never stop at... that shall be remedied.

their salmon parisian was downgraded to a poached egg and salmon sandwich (croissant shortage, and i can see why), but the tapas and salad held it together and the dessert was brilliant: it's a bakery at heart :)

in order to work off the food, i joined sjo all the way to his place and then continued on home, stopping at a shop to get some orange juice and be asked to put my shirt back on. this is how i know that to the east of ibn gvirol is no longer really tel aviv :P

i watched an episode of battlestar galactica, showered and went on my way back to the dark side of tel aviv to her apartment, and she and her boyfriend gave me a ride to her grandparents' place for dinner.

dinner was too good - i'm stuffed. and the pavlova and cake at the end were incredible! we watched wall-e, then i got a ride home. i'm exhausted, i think it's bedtime.