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Wiping the tears: 60 years of hummus are buried under the ruins of Tel Aviv
He does not make volts and does not make credit cards, but he does make food.
That is, until the bulldozers of the rat break up the place into crumbs
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Hummus
Have mercy
Masbaha
Falafel
Yaniv Granot
Sunday, 06 June 2021, 06:00 Updated: 09:44
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"Listen, I need a picture of the great chick of his womb, please, but I do not need a picture of a chick and no picture of his womb. I want you to come from the Hasmoneans, stand at an angle and diagonally photograph the access to it. "Blocked by high metal fences, but there is still its prominent red sign, and how everything is a mess around, and the traffic changes, and whoever wants to get to it has to bypass half a world and still not get close enough, and I want it to be with cars, understand the absurdity."
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he heard this long monologue with remarkable patience, and said (as usual): "It will be all right." Oh, he might have added a kind of "I take pictures a lot of times out of the car, that's the best way" later, but I'm not sure it would be the smartest idea to repeat it here.
In short, this is what came out:
The food stand that made us confused
You heard right, he "does not want it to cost much"
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Photo-murder.
Hummus Rahmo Gadol (Photo: Reuven Castro)
A decade plus on a motorcycle has long led me to accumulate a lot of empathy when I talk to people who still think it is possible to move with a car in this city, but here even my chat did not help
Two days later, I take this mission to the extreme, and go buy chickpeas at Mercy.
A decade plus on a motorcycle has long led me to accumulate a lot of empathy when I talk to people who still think it is possible to move with a car in this city, but here even my cheat did not help.
I got around, turned left on a route that was supposed to invite all the owls of Gush Dan to check, I was looking for a sidewalk to climb on, and I was looking, and I was looking, and I was looking.
The sealed metal fences traveled with me almost as far as Azrieli, so I did what every Israeli driver does these days - a minor traffic offense, with a bag of excuses and morals of "I'm not like the one who did just like me, I have a good reason."
Let’s make it short: I took it upon myself to get as close as I could to this hummus, with the most accessible means of transportation there is, and legs that know how to walk, and yet I almost gave up on the road.
Now double down on the prospects who wanted and gave up, and come in with me.
A stand of hope
The icon of the Hatikva neighborhood is now making an amazing pita (which is much more important than football)
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Warm, sour, smooth.
Masbah of his great womb:
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The menu is as small as you always dreamed of, the prices are reasonable, the highlights are written in a song that Meir Ariel will no longer compose
59 years at that point, and Mercy (Rahmo) is still patient with questions, harassment and moral sermons. The menu is as limited as you have always dreamed of - chickpeas, masbaha, grain chickpeas, meat chickpeas, mushroom chickpeas and tasting, which is an Egyptian falafel made from beans. The prices - plus or minus thirty shekels per serving, give or take an egg and a surplus - are reasonable. The emphases - "all food is handmade by his womb or his son Moshe only" - write themselves in a song that Meir Ariel will no longer compose.
I took a masbaha, I had to take a chickpea pool too, because "there's no one here who doesn't order it," and I stayed to chat on the counter, watching a master of granules do his dance, and reward him with questions that could have been equally a jerk of fuel and matches in hand.
The loot: there are no deliveries here because "I do not want my food to reach people like that (put in a very high and implicit hand gesture) to people", nothing to do with the surrounding construction site because "the municipality does not count anyone and certainly not me", nothing to complain about "Now it's fine, and it's been a lot worse here."
It is not easy to choose a sandwich in this market
This fricassee has rightly reached television.
Now he's even better
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Pictured just for the credit: pitas.
Hummus Rahmo Gadol (Photo: Walla !, Yaniv Granot)
A stew with an ancient recipe that joins another stew with an ancient recipe, and seasoned using an ancient and skilled hand.
It never comes out bad
The kitchen, by the way, was very good.
Warm in its temperatures, sour in its properties and relatively smooth in texture.
She is a beautiful carrier of almost all the plastic jars waiting for mercy on the counter, and like her other peers in the genre, did not even demand pita.
The pool dish - the pride of the place, as mentioned - is never my ordered go-to, but delicious is delicious.
A stew with an ancient recipe that joins another stew with an ancient recipe, and seasoned using an ancient and skilled hand.
It never comes out bad.
If you stay to sit, but (because as mentioned, it is doubtful if you will be able to get out of here in the coming calendar year), first go for the local falafel, which is a greener version ("only beans and greens, nothing else"), richer ("costs me a lot 50 to make it like this ”) and tastier than most city patties.
I'm not at the age of getting excited about falafel, but it was the closest.
Includes a dish that will transform the city
Tel Aviv did not need another place for burgers?
Tel Aviv was wrong
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In the photo: a legitimate entrance to a business
If the walls of his great womb could speak, they would probably say, "Dude, freshen up all the celebs hanging here, it's starting to look like an eighties skewer."
There's Rami Weiberger here who probably came in here hoping to get the roof on Channel 2's kicking sketch show and all sorts of reality refugees who have already been ejected from the refugees, there's Gabi Amrani and Hannah Leslau and Uzi Hitman smiling as Uzi Hitman smiled.
And there is mostly, a feeling that time has stopped, and the noise you hear is less hands, and more bulldozers.
59 years of hummus probably gives you the right to look a rat in the eye and say all sorts of words.
I am not a judge and can not choose, but we have already seen the rude urban leg kicking business between the legs instead of talking, and the even rougher words slapped on them instead of compensating.
Mercy is about to lose this private war, but the mass grave it digs is ours.
Hummus Rahmo the Great, 98 Menachem Begin Road, Tel Aviv (but leave an address, follow the dust)
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