Monday, May 16, 2016

Jerusalem Hotel 2330

Some of the cast & crew went out to dinner and they invited me, which is pretty cool when you consider I'm little more than a glorified extra. Inviting weary travelers to dinner seems to be a real thing here.

We went to Zabotinski, a Spanish restaurant a few blocks from my hotel. I could walk to it in 5 minutes and I never even knew that street existed. I'm starting to realize how little I know the neighborhood, let alone the rest of the city.

The food was good, but this was the kind of place that thrives on its ambience. It was alive, and I think people go there more to feel good than to eat. And to drink.

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