Cafe Sirkin - A Tel Aviv gem

There is a little Cafe around the corner from my house. It's called Cafe Sirkin, on the corner of Sirkin and Frishman streets.
It's a quiet, cozy little spot right around the corner from a busy street and about 2 minutes walk from the beach.
The food's great (although I wish they would bring back the Hamburger Lunch specials, they were awesome), the Wifi's free (like everywhere in Tel Aviv, did you hear that Starbucks??), the coffee's good and the environment is very cozy. And they have a great breakfast-for-two special.

Oh and I have another recommendation, to the guy sitting close to me on the window-bar overlooking the street, talking to his father on Skype without using earphones or a microphone and thus sharing his entire LOUD conversation with the entire floor:

Dude, get a life. Your conversation is sooo boring I put the iPod earphones on not because I was disturbed by your rudeness but because another couple of seconds and my pulse would have stopped because you were boring me to death. Some dirt would have been nice. Gossip about the family, some drama, SOMETHING!
So either keep it down or for God's sake keep it interesting.

WTF? Is he still here??

I apologize.
To myself mostly, since I don't think any of my three readers will check this blog any more since it's been dormant for so effing long.
It's been a long fall. Lots has happened, but hopefully I'm back!!!!!
to start things off again for the season, I'm gonna talk about creatures that are quite ubiquitous in Tel Aviv. No, not the bats (really! I'll try to take a picture one day), but....CATS!
They're everywhere.
Imagine squirrels in the Northeast/Northwest US - they practically own the streets of the city.
You don't scare them walking by, in fact they seem to be inconvenienced if anything at all if they have to move for you.
My car is regularly full of cat pawprints from the cats that like to sleep on the warm motor (why my car is dirty enough to have pawprints left on it in the first place is completely irrelevant to this post, thank you very much!).
This pic was taken right next to my house, a cat was apparently sunning itself on the warm leather seat of a scooter:

Of course we have our share of hardened war criminals as well, this Hitler-cat, or Kitler was waiting quietly justa round the corner:


The cats on my street get fed, too. Somebody walks by a few times a week and leaves them piles of dry cat food.

Seems like someone is very gracious. Wish they'd leave me some oreos or kitkats or something too...