The Carmel Market. Bursting with life, with surprises tucked away.
“Allo,
madame, only a shekel,” “The sweetest watermelon,” “Come, taste this,
sweetheart” – this is just a hint of the raucous repertoire of the
vendors in Tel Aviv’s busiest market. For those who are mad about
markets, this place is heaven. And for fans of freshness, there could be
no better destination – perfect parsley, the crispiest carrots, the
most marvelous magnoes. Not to mention the meat, the fish, the cheeses,
the flowers – a true cornucopia of flavors and aromas.
May
Tel Avivans come to the Carmel Market as a weekly ritual to enliven the
senses: color dazzles the eye, voices and music awaken the ear, aromas
waft into the nose. The merchandise is irresistible: Rahmo’s nuts and
seed, Freddie the butcher’s meats and sausages, Margalit’s cilantro,
Shlomo’s falafel, the barbunia (re mullet) sold by Mussa the Fisherman.
Stalls
line both sides of the covered market’s main walkway, but don’t miss
the shops in the tiny alleys behind. That’s where you’ll find the
genuine gems: the cheese and smoked meat delicatessens, the barrels full
of herring and other salted fish, all varieties of pickles, halvah and
other sweets, even clothing and fabric shops.
Foreign workers from the Far East
and lovers of Asian cuisine will find almost everything they desire at
the Chinese Grocery Store. Here you can run your fingers through the
large sacks of rice, study the unusual array of canned and preserved
goods, sniff the dried mushrooms and sesame oil that carry with them the
scent of faraway places.
True, it’s not Chinatown, but in the real one, in New York,
you won’t find a choice of luscious Yemenite restaurants nearby, as you
do here. Just two short blocks away, in the Yemenite Quarter, huge pots
of traditional Yemenite delicacies are simmering on the gas burners:
Yemenite soup with the unique spice mixture, hawaij: calf’s foot soup;
roasted lungs; together with special Yemenite breads and dough-based
dishes such as kubaneh, zalabiya and the famous jahnoon.
Your
nose will guide you to the bakeries, spice shops and coffee-roasters.
“Dessert” is awaiting you at Sami Bourekas, a sort of Turkish fast food
joint whose savory filled pastries are served warm accompanied by an
oven-baked brown egg and a cold beer. You’ll be licking the last
delicious crumbs of salty white cheese from your fingers as you head for
more shopping on Allenby Street or toward the nearby beach to laze in the sun.
The
Carmel Market is a feast for the senses, an anthropological and
gastronomic adventure. The market addicts who go there every Friday (if
not more frequently) are faced with delightful dilemmas: Freshly
squeezed carrot juice, or pomegranate juice? Falafel or Yemenite soup?
For visitors who are marketplace aficionados, a captivating two-hour
exploration of this truly authentic bazaar will add a memorable dash of
spice to their stay in Tel-Aviv.
Open
every day except Saturday, from 8 a.m. until evening (shops close
earlier on Friday afternoons, before Shabbat). Located between Allenby Street and the seashore.