Morten Berthelsen has written a hilariously entertaining article about the culinary wonders, or lack thereof, on offer at the Dead Sea.
Personally, I absolutely love the Dead Sea; it’s the first place I visited in Israel and will forever be special to me. During my first flight to Israel a beautiful Scottish Jewess I befriended on the plane told me: “There’s something magical about the Dead Sea.”
And she’s right, there is. But that magical something is not the food.
As Berthelsen writes:
Don’t worry, I am not going to touch the Bamba, for I have learned it is sacred. The pre-packaged sandwiches… I shall also not touch, but more for fear of salmonella. And the buffets. The goddamn buffets. Let us speak of them.
The buffet at the Kibbutz Ein Gedi guesthouse is simple, and the setting cafeteria-like, but it passes. At Ein Gedi’s main beach, the austere buffet at Pundak Ein Gedi will bring to mind visits to a relative in hospital.
Eating the food at Masada Guest House is an entirely new way of being robbed.
Do read the article in its full kvetchtastic splendour.
I’d love to hear any experiences of Dead Sea catering you have – however bad!