by Ed Wetschler
When last we stood on the slopes of Mount Carmel, which rises from the blue sea to give Haifa a humpback, Ziv Cohen and I were bantering about the slim odds of finding much kosher dining in this Israeli city. (See Part I.)
Does that make you think of Tel Aviv? Think again. Whereas Tel Aviv rocks with all-night clubs and twentysomething beachgoers flaunting washboard abs, Haifa is subtler, more mature in its pleasures.