On the outside of the restaurant, shielded by a red tent, some people are smoking the water-pipe. Which adds to the Arab/Israeli atmosphere. Two television screens point through the window. We choose to eat inside. The chicken was crunchy, the rice was dry. The Mezze were all served on one plate, to suit the English habit of eating with knife and fork, I presume. The home made fluffy fruit juices are recommendable for desert.