Saturday, January 17, 2004

Destination: Kfar Saba

Kfar Saba was deemed the town of choice for last night's recreation. Our playing partners were again Rino and Shlotim. We originally intended to see a performance by 'Ha Giraffot' (The Giraffes...ahem...), but after it was canceled we sat ourselves in a nearby, hardly-authentic Irish bar called The Foggy Dew. Is it me, or have Irish bars become the new 'frozen yoghurt' (remember a few years back when frozen yoghurt was all the rage?)? They seem to be popping up everywhere. And what's all the fascination with Irish pubs - it's not all leprechauns, frothy pints of Guiness and back-slapping stories about the Emerald Isle, though the Pogues are f**king excellent... Er, English pubs not good enough for Israel?

Anyway, after a miniscule amount of alcohol, we moved on to another bar, called Bruno Pub (yes, another naming/spelling slip by an Israeli bar owner, forgetting that " 's "...us anglosaxies know where to find 'em!). Quite surprising the number of people about in Kfar Saba on a Friday night, but as mrs. anglosaxy put it, they were all probably desperate to be in Tel Aviv...