Tel Aviv, Israel — One of the most quality taprooms in Tel Aviv is the Peacock. I’ll give you four seconds to get your mind out of the gutter before I continue…
Okay.
The Peacock is not quite a neighborhood bar, but not quite a destination either. What it is can be described as is the pamphlet someone would hand out for university propaganda describing diversity of students living in harmony. From the outside, the Peacock looks like it would be a yuppie bar, since all you can see is how immaculate it is with its wood paneling (always a positive sign unless it is on the outside of a station wagon) and its regal Peacock logo. But once you reach the inside, you see the artwork on the walls and the waittresses with their piercings and the yuppie inside of you knows that you are no longer in Kansas, or, I guess, the suburbs of San Francisco might be a better example of where yuppies go to breed.
At the Peacock, you have a dash of hipsters, a pinch of gays, three servings of those undefinable “regular people” and a few yuppies who didn’t realize they were not home before it was too late. I realized that I myself was home when I heard these three songs in succession: “Walking on a Dream” by Empire of the Sun, “Dickhead” by Kate Nash, and “1901” by Phoenix. Though the waitresses are super nice despite being the dirty hipsters that they are, they have been known to passive aggressively torture me by changing the music to unbearable noise at times. But I wait with my vodka soda, watching all of the tempting prosciutto snacks drift by, for someone to turn back on the jams.
Even though the place is fairly expansive for a neighborhood bar, whenever I’ve been, it was always packed. You can get there early and grab one of the tables with friends, or get there late when people pack the perimeter space around the tables. You’ll see some people that look like you, and some that look different. But remember the cardinal rule of life: everyone looks friendlier when you’re all drunk. (L’chaim.)
1 year ago • Notes