Dizengoff Street Tel Aviv is part of the #NoCollusion, No Albania for TPOL where I break my 100 country count mark. See the World Map for where I’ve been.
After being unnecessarily detained at TLV, I arrived at my hotel at 1:30AM and toasted my freedom with a shot of high quality Smirnoff. 
From there, I made my way to the famous Dizengoff Street hoping that there would be some people out on a Thursday. To my delight, the street was packed with happy party goers and there was no shortage of bars. Unlike the rough welcome I received at the airport, everyone I met was laid back and eager to talk. I received my first lesson in reading Hebrew and now know that this means G-O-L-D-S-T-A-R.
In terms of what bar to go, they were pretty much the same: plenty of people, a lot of energy, and relatively expensive drinks.
Overall
I only visited Dizengoff one time. I opted for the club life of Rothschild Boulevard, though a balance of the two would have been ideal.
