The food in Israel is fabulous, and pretty heavenly for a vegetarian. My first night, in Tel Aviv, Torsten treated me to a dinner of mezes on the beach of the Mediterranean, a delicious selection of salads and dips, a basket of bread, and a gigantic salad with nuts and tangy loquats and feta. But I was still wanting for that great Israeli taste treat, the national culinary celebration, the Semitic snacktime favorite, falafel.
I was greeted in Be'er Sheva by my cousins Lynn, Miriam, and Rebekah (that's Miriam on the left and Bekah on the right). When I told them I'd been in Israel a whole day and hadn't yet had a falafel, Miriam said, "Mom we can't let Robin go any longer without a FALAFEL!" We searched downtown Be'er Sheva till we found the "green corner" (note the awning behind us), which the girls had heard has the best falafel in town. The fast-talking man behind the counter handed us pita pockets stuffed with hot, crispy falafels, and loaded with salad, sauces, eggplant and potatoes. Oh my, it was goooood.
I was greeted in Be'er Sheva by my cousins Lynn, Miriam, and Rebekah (that's Miriam on the left and Bekah on the right). When I told them I'd been in Israel a whole day and hadn't yet had a falafel, Miriam said, "Mom we can't let Robin go any longer without a FALAFEL!" We searched downtown Be'er Sheva till we found the "green corner" (note the awning behind us), which the girls had heard has the best falafel in town. The fast-talking man behind the counter handed us pita pockets stuffed with hot, crispy falafels, and loaded with salad, sauces, eggplant and potatoes. Oh my, it was goooood.
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