I put on my fancy pants:
And we piled into a taxi. The cab driver insisted that he knew the perfect place for excellent food in Herzliya and decided to drive us there. It turned out the place that we had been planning on going to anyway.
I had house-made pasta and E. had the fancy schnitzel. I had South African wine that smelled and tasted like guava and E. had a beer. The restaurant is staffed by the prettiest collection of beautiful people. It was lovely!
We moved on to Max Brenner for hot chocolate and chocolate pizza with Noam for dessert.