Monday, June 11, 2018 5:27 AM

On a night off, I awaken in the late afternoon and head out to a local hummus joint for something like breakfast. I'm the last customer. As I'm eating outside, a worker piles up all the other chairs. One of my office team, just off the mid-day shift, wanders by with his bicycle and calls out "B'teyavon," Hebrew for "Bon appetit." When I'm done, I walk past the book fair and the pizza joint, which are both still open. Not wanting to head back home quite yet, I go for ice cream. I tell the worker there, in Hebrew, that I want a cone of the cappuccino gelato. The worker replies "It's OK. I speak English. What do you want?" I sigh.