Cocktail bars in Tel Aviv, just like in the rest of Israel, are still not so trendy. Apart from several exemplary bars, such as Imperial Craft Cocktails, which was chosen to be the best bar in the Middle East several times, and the beautiful Bellboy Bar hidden behind the heavy curtains of Berdichevsky Hotel, the keystone of the streets of this hot and noisy city is offering simple and familiar drinks, free chasers from a bartender, and most importantly – environment for nonstop talking. These are the reasons why people go to a bar. This is why they meet after work for a glass of beer during these precious happy hours. Here one goes for a cocktail only on a special occasion: when you are on a date or you are celebrating a holiday, and one doesn’t stay long: the average Israeli is fine with a cocktail or two. Where there’s demand, there’s supply, so it’s not strange that in the middle of the very hipster district of Tel Aviv – Florentine – there is a small bar – Cocktails & Dreams – which is somewhat between a cocktail bar and a place where one can casually drop in, probably just for the sake of air conditioning.
Category: Tel Aviv bars
The old port in Jaffa is a place of energy. The city, which is more than 2000 years old, cobbled streets polished with thousands of feet, amazing views of Tel Aviv, flamboyant schooners and fishermen, street musicians, graffiti and, of course, restaurants and bars. There is hardly a place in Tel Aviv without a cafe or bar. And then there’s an entire old port with its hangars and barracks. Why not to drag a cargo container into such a hangar and make a bar in it? Actually, there was no reason not to do it, so that’s why today I am writing about Container – a truly wonderful place, where I once snatched two shot glasses.
Secluded on a small street leading to the Rothschild Boulevard, the Berdichevski Hotel hides the real treasure of Tel Aviv’s cocktail world. It is not so easy to get into Bellboy Bar, which is covered with heavy velvet curtains, so it’s better to make a reservation in advance. It’s yet a special pleasure to watch the bartender in black gloves, especially from the first row. Making my way almost in pitch darkness for our table, I thought that I had got into the movie “Prestige” – and something very out of the ordinary would definitely happen, and the music that was playing suggested that it could be Fitzgerald at Gatsby’s arm coming out “from the closet”.
- Girls, what are you drinking? This is for you from the bar - let's have fun together!
This Tel Aviv bar Tailor Made is hidden in the courtyards of the endless shops of Allenby, so it’s quite easy to miss it. It’s not easy to understand that the little booth with a sewing machine actually points to the very turn, behind which this beautiful place appears to be. You can hardly call it a bar: the terrace smoothly flows into the inner courtyard, where everything is arranged as if a local wedding is about to begin and the tables are covered for all the neighborhood, from there on you can sneak to the elegant bar counter, from which you can see another hall with soft armchairs and a DJ stand. It seems that it is as endless as the street itself, and you gradually fall, get absorbed by it, like Alice in Wonderland.
Tel Aviv has always surprised me with its duality, its ability to combine incompatible and always deliberately act contrary to the public opinion. It’s everywhere, it even concerns bars. I had heard a bit about the Imperial Bar before I got there for the first time. It was repeatedly recognized as the best bar in Israel, the whole Middle East, and a few times – the world. Knowing the level of Israeli prices, I armed myself with my Israeli oligarchs – and we went there, after we hopped beforehand to Lucifer, our good and hidden from others eyes little bar.
When I want to feel happier in winter, I remember the sea, the sun and the sand of my beloved Tel Aviv. I close my eyes and imagine how I walk along my favorite streets, going to my favorite places. I try not to idealize this city; I just remember it without sound – without the buzz of local shopkeepers, without the loud discontent of the drivers, without the many-voiced noise of its residents. I see how I turn from the pedestrian Nahalat Benjamin, go out to the crowded Allenby and then to Port Said, not to the Egyptian city, but to the key bar in the courtyard of the Great Synagogue.