One of my favorite restaurants in the past was Pastel, next to the museum and just a bit more pretentious.  But  last year Tamar couldn’t find anything interesting to eat, and after than we were with a friend who found fault with every course and the service as well.  I’ve been back a few times since then – celebrating my birthday, comforting myself after a bad lecture I gave.  Today, however, I hated it.

Maybe because I was looking out at the families of hostages who were building exhibits to call attention to their situation – in vain.  Maybe because it was because I was also watching a couple next to us who didn’t exchange a word the whole time we were there.  But after the soup, I lost my appetite.  I have to find another place to celebrate.

or mayve just another time…