Dizengoff Street, the center of Tel Aviv's fayla, had quite a dark period. After establishing its position as the bohemian center of Israel in the 1950s and 1960s, at the end of the eighties, the axis that connects the north to the city center faded away and became obsolete.
The demotion of Tsina Square led to the fact that instead of idle punks and pigeon poop, a human pool accumulated that brought back color to the street, literally. Walking through Dizengoff Street in the evening (during the day it's just another congested and sweaty thoroughfare) gives off a strong aroma of abroad. And if you want to rub your mind with amazement, know that you could also buy an apartment there at a reasonable price. The cosmopolitan culinary pool only adds to the flavor, literally, and can be the home model for any eatery in Tel Aviv. If you want a real atmosphere of freedom, in front of the designed shop windows, the feeling of hunger floated and rose. On a scale of 1 to 10, the Arais is a 12 if you are a burnout fan. The pita is charred to the point of being charred, and from my point of view, that's a compliment. The balance between the dough and the meat was violated; too much oil turned both into almost a mash. It wasn't bad, but certainly far from a memorable or even average Araais. The quantity is small, and the quality is combined between "good but not amazing" and the price? Well, if you paid almost 100 shekels, do the math yourself. What you can't take away from Dizengoff is the cleanliness, the style, and the atmosphere. The score is 6.5, but another half point is a fair factor - 7 in total. The problem is that "Pita Diz Engoff", despite its shiny packaging, did not deliver the goods. It felt like a serious miss to me. Maybe in other dishes, and the selection is not small, I would have found comfort.