Bardak

Tel Aviv. Where walls are the canvas of street artists and the best restaurants hide out in the shabbiest of market stands. It’s a bardak. An organized chaos. If one would take a stab at translating the word. As of today, a homonymous Tel Avivian street food bar transports the lovable grittiness of ‘Mediterranean Manhattan’ at Ferdinand Bolstraat 12. Where the dead of night becomes the liveliest time of day at Bardak, open from noon till the smallest of hours.