That Friday, Ali and Geneve (her cousin that is starting an internship here and also living with us now until she finds her own place) were up north with Geneve’s family for the weekend, and Mike went to a family friend’s daughter’s wedding in Herzliya, 20 minutes outside of TA. So, Allie and I checked out some new restaurants online and went on a date. We found a fish restaurant near our apartment that I can’t pronounce. It’s Shtsupak. You try! There are no menus and when you sit they bring you bread and a bunch of different salads. They give you time to munch and then come to ask if you want fish or seafood. Both of us got fish, so they told us our choices and asked if we wanted it opened and grilled or fried. We got one of each. They literally bring you a whole fish...head and tail and everything. I ate it all:
Saturday evening, Meir called and said he was staying at his brother’s place in TA while he was out of town. He invited me and whoever was at the apartment with me over for dinner. So, Allie and I went and joined him and his friend Dafna. He made pasta, burekas and salad. Afterward, we were going to go to meet some of their friends at Max Brenner, but apparently the kitchen was backed up and so we could sit but not order anything. We went to a little cafe behind it. I was so full from dinner, but the conversation was good. Also, while we were standing outside Max Brenner and Meir saw Rinat, one of Dafna’s best friends, who happened to work at camp with in ’06. I love these crazy coincidences that keep happening here!
1 comment:
Is it pronounced shoo~su~pok? Sounds like you're eating a bunch of healthy foods...miss Taco Cabana at all? Oh,and great pic of you on the beach!
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