Eran D.
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The place have the tipical atmosphere of South Tel-Aviv's bars (old/cheap alternative sitting, faint smell of beer on the floor and piss in the street, dark lightings and smoking everywhere).
Our waiter had a pretentious attitude and he managed to spill beer over me (my legs) two times without apologizing off course (no wonder why the floor smells).
On top of all, the price wasn't cheap (the one thing you usually get from this type of place).