So I never got in the door, sorry not to be able to sample their goodies, & maybe discuss politics, the meaning of life in Israel under Netanyahu and sundry other topics. The two bored policemen guarding the place (from exploding rucksacks?) seemed OTT to me & I fell to wondering who was paying for this protection, & why, in these dangerous times this cafe had been singled out for special care. If I manage to park my tucsack somewhere for an hour I may go back. Maybe . .