You know you’re getting old when you’re perfectly happy spending your birthday at Ikea with your husband and mother.
Ikea in Israel (currently located in Netanya, but coming soon to a Rechovot lot near you) is… pretty much the same experience as Ikea in Newark and anywhere else for that matter. Cheap apartment furniture, capitalistic indulgence, pretending to be an interior designer.
Except – the cafeteria is kosher, which, I guess, is reason #243 why we make aliyah.
Whadya got: