So it is with much nostalgia that I remember my visits in the early 1980s to a tiny Jerusalem bar with six tables, at the corner of King George Avenue and Histadrut Street.
Fink’s was its name, and it was presided over by the late David Rothschild and his son-in-law, Mouli Azrieli, who passed away last month. Together, these two fellows were the perfect hosts, warmly greeting guests from their familiar perch behind the bar.
Truth be told, there was nothing fancy about Fink’s, which was open for dinner and drinks from the early evening every day except Friday. From the outside there was an unexceptionable facade, which did not suggest the home of such a legendary bar. A simple sign, “Fink,” identified it in Hebrew and English.
Inside, you were surrounded by bric-a-brac oddities: coffee cups of every sort, drawings, watercolor sketches,…