#machneyuda

[chrlsr911]

“Candies and nuts” When we happened to be in Jerusalem, not just the Old City offers these, try to check out the ones there at Machane Yehuda Market. However, I didn’t but either of those in the pic, but Baklavas and Halvas, which are worth trying and as a souvenir for sharing. In that market, not only fresh produce, desserts, and other foods they’re offering, but there are restaurants, some gift shops, Judaica items stores, and many more. Don’t forget to bring your grocery bags, and watch the street performers in front and everywhere in Jerusalem. 😉 @machaneye @visit.jerusalem @visit_israel @touristisrael @stateofisrael Date taken: August 21, 2022 Machane Yehuda Market Jerusalem, Israel #machaneyehuda #machneyuda #shukmachaneyehuda #jaffastreet #jerusalem #jlm #jerusalemisrael #israel #israelfood #il #visitisrael #visitjerusalem #candy #nuts #food #evening #street #explore #market #sweets #kosher #foodporn #foodphotography #photography #instagram #ig #igisrael #מחנהיהודה #ירושלים #ישראל (at Jerusalem, Capital of Israel) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoVYC6YOoyF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[hopecohen]

me + part of the kitchen team @machneyuda impressive raw talent, much respect for their craft . #youngchefs #chefs #machneyuda (at MachneYuda מחניודה) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuTyl14j_jL/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ccf216dn4ape

[everythingbutmushrooms]

Jerusalem, Israel - Knafeh at Baklava Machneyuda  

The knafeh I had in Jerusalem was one of the peak experiences of my life. It’s like a dessert version of my all-time favorite food: bread fresh-from-the-oven. It takes the warmth, goeyness, and crispness I love and mixes it up into something unfamiliar but delicious.

Knafeh is a hard dessert to remember or describe because it doesn’t taste like much of anything. Structurally it’s made up of layers of different bread-like elements going from most to least firm. On top is a layer of wispy, crackery threads, then a more dense, buttery layer a bit like phyllo dough, and then a base of very mild (possibly sheep’s milk?) melted cheese. Warm syrup is drizzled on top just before serving so as you’re eating you can feel that getting absorbed and the upper layers becoming increasingly (and pleasantly!) soggy.

I think what I love about it is that it blends a wide variety of textures (from crispy to gooey) with surprisingly simple flavors, primarily dough and butter. I felt like I was tasting the essence of butter in a way I haven’t experienced in a long time.

[youngbradford]

Xmas Message For 2019

And here we go, my 19th annual year-end love letter online …Georgi Balinov and I rang in the new year at a giant party in Bangkok, halfway around the world. That foreign location, its beauty and tastes, set the tone for my 2019, a year of seeing the world, while stabilizing my life. Though often in flux or movement, 2019 was a year many things normalized over the year.

In January, almost immediately after arriving stateside, I crossed the pond and saw Michelle Visage perform in the West End with Peter Wish. Afterward, I played with her wigs backstage and walked her towards the queer kids lining up for selfies and autographs. I am very lucky to have Peter and Michelle in my life, kindred spirits both. One reminding me that fame, fortune, ebb, and flow, but that being real is what matters most. The other, a reminder to stay forever young. I visited Berlin yet again and did the usual, working, and playing, hard.

February appeared and I traveled to Philadelphia with Sandra Hansel, Georgi, George Sapio, and Anthony DeFilippis. We toured Lisa Roberts’ house, saw a Dieter Rams exhibit, dined with George Alley. In Lambertville, that Sunday, I bought vinyl and vintage hats. Later that month, I got a swallow tattooed on my hand, a symbol of flight and travel, and Warhol’s knives, blackened into my shin. An Eames exhibit in Oakland was a sweet way to end the month.

In March with my crew, Georgi, Khadyon Reid, Luis Urribarri, Anthony, and George, descended upon Salvador for Carnival. It was insane! I watched Anitta live, and danced in a sea of pushing, fighting, kissing Brazilians for days upon days. I felt unsafe and alive, threatened and excited. It was intense. Back home I got my other hand tattooed, again honoring my love of seeing the world. I traveled to Portland, came back to NYC at the end of the month, finally moving into our apartment, the one we bought 1.5 years before, that I designed, and had renovated head to toe. Finally, we had our dream home. The weekend we moved in, the place was still not ready, but we were sick of living without our things and in other people’s beds. Peg Kendall and Georgi’s mom came, and we worked our asses off unpacking and starting to make the 2800 square foot loft on west 13th street a home. We’d lived in Airbnbs and friends’ places for 19 months and it was tiring not having a home, not having most of our things. My art! My toys! My shoes!. Those months taught me how important a home, a safe place, and the oasis of my collections is to my mental health. From March on I felt more on solid ground and dedicated more energy to my career and friendships as a result.

In April we went to Coachella, seeing Ian and Jose Seronni, JJ and Andrey Lunin, and dancing in the desert of California. Multiple trips to San Francisco, catching glimpse of old friends, scaling my team at work, as I took on more and more responsibility.

In May, George Sapio and I celebrated (me a little early) a shared, fun birthday weekend at Soho Farmhouse. Joined by Matthew Kelleher, Mark Silver, Jaime Tanner, Matt Lynch, and others, we went shooting and feasted on pheasant in the English countryside.June was really busy, insanely so. 

For my 43rd in early June, I had a 30-person dinner party in our new place! We ended up at Club Cumming after, but before friends, new, and old, showered me with a vinyl record, the admission fee I’d set for my party. Lauren Foster, who has shared her home with us, was, appropriately, our first overnight guest. London, again, Berlin, too. Then home for Pride. Willam Ralphie hosted Bingo at eBay, Zach Augustine, David Mason Chlopecki, other loves attended. That weekend danced to both Madonna and Grace Jones on the pier and danced with 15K others at Javitz, where my favorite singer, Cyndi Lauper, belted “I Drove All Night,” her best song, at midnight. I stayed until the sun came up. NYC was electric that weekend. Parties, icons, friends from the world over … the city has an energy you could literally see and taste. I caught a few moments of the parade, overtaking lower Manhattan, and I smiled really big. God, it can feel good being gay! God, the world has improved for gay people (and yes, I know, we still have ways to go, especially for more marginalized LGBTQ groups). But I still took a moment to acknowledge the things that are better, that I have seen in my very gay lifetime. NYC that weekend was the ultimate place to reflect.

July 4th I went to Hamptons, with Ricardo, Brian, Felipe L. Mollica, others, guests of Anthony. Hosted Fab.com reunion, walked the Brooklyn Bridge, and took my team to Korea (where I shared a traditional Korean meal with Jae Hah), China (where I ate bird’s nests, jellyfish, sea snails, saw a Yves Klein show with Adnan Abbasi, and danced to 90s pop in a packed gay club), and Moscow (where I was amazed at how clean the city was and where I went to a traditional sauna and was whipped, naked, with tree leaves in front of dozens of Russian dudes in the nude). While in Russia a protest erupted, literally below the rooftop bar I dined in. Russia seemed freer than I’d expected, way more Western, up until this moment. I ended the weekend at a club at 3 AM, Russian women in high, high heels, dancing on the bar, vodka flowing like water. 2020 saw me traveling to places I romanticized as a child. Russia, one such place. I thoroughly enjoyed the friendships formed in Moscow, the food, and history. I want to return.

August, I was back in San Jose and Portland for work, then off again to Europe for vacation. We started our trip in Croatia, where Georgi and I kayaked around Dbruvnik’s harbor. Croatia’s cliffs and turquoise water did not disappoint, as we boated to islands and swam in caves. Driving south into Montenegro, the architecture reminded me more of Polish, Bulgarian trips, the water, greener. At the Amman we laid out next to The Beckhams, watching David kick a soccer ball with workers of the hotel, and watching Victoria read a book. Georgi and I then ventured to Mykonos, sunning til sunset and dancing til sunrise. A weekend trip upstate with our besties (including a guest appearance by Eric Lee, riding rides at the Colombia County fair, cooking pies, and grilling meats, ended our summer.

In September I went to Berlin and did Folsom and a speaking gig in front of 1K eBay sellers. I went again to Tel Aviv, meeting gay Israeli technology workers and a bevy fo Israeli start-ups. In Jerusalem, I returned to the wonderful Machneyuda with Gilad Ayalon, where they remembered me from my birthday the year before.

October saw us hosting my mother and my niece for a visit. We fell in love with Company XVI, a dance/burlesque/performance art troupe in Brooklyn. I took my mother to see Madonna, a night I will cherish forever. And we saw Dear Evan Hanson. A weekend in Miami with Lauren Foster and K was needed warmth. I took Georgi to see both acts of The Inheritance (so good!).  Then off to Berlin, again, and Paris, where I looked at art and went shopping for fall clothes. Halloween, in NYC, was brilliant and over the top; I went as white Pierrot clown. In Brooklyn, to Honey Dijon, we danced all night. Ralph Rucci, the American couturier reposted our photo on Instagram, calling it high-fashion, however, it was Georgi who won the night as Spock.

November I was in NYC early on, shopping with Thomas Cawson (who hooked me up with pink denim Helmut Lang), eating Christmas cookies, and being interviewed by Buzzfeed, a segment on 90s toys. I imitated a Furby. Then a week in Portland (I glow-in-the-dark-miniature-golfed), and off to Helsinki, catching up with former friends from Fab, One Nordic, Hem. Then to Lapland, with Georgi, George, and Anthony, lapping up wine, winter wonderlands, and dining on reindeer and elk. Dog sledding, snowmobiling, Northen lights! Another childhood desire checked from the list. Dinner with Michelle Case in London closed the month.

In December I went back to Berlin (my second home) and hosted a fundraiser for Single Step in our home. In one night Georgi and I helped raise $50K to help build Bulgaria’s first LGBTI center. It was also an impromptu holiday party: so many old friends together again in one room. And now Georgi and I sit in an airport lounge, awaiting our flight to Baltra, in the Galapagos. Once we land, we’ll board a 7-day cruise on a mega-yacht/small cruise ship. This, I feel, I have been waiting my entire life for.

I often write about how I was lonely as a kid. I was gay, I had a drug-addicted father, I grew up very poor. I oftentimes say music saved my life. But, I don’t write enough about the joy animals gave me too. I had so many pets: newts, turtles, tortoises, tree frogs, geckos, crabs, salamanders, etc. Caring for them, feeding them, gave me peace and allowed me to love. One turtle I had had a cracked shell. He lived in my room for many, many years. I always preferred him, with his defects, to the others. I think I feel the same about people.

As a child, I became obsessed with the Galapagos Islands, and mostly the tortoises. I would read about them in encyclopedias and race to see them at zoos. I always felt connected to turtles. They were my spirit animal. Later in life, I’d bloom, my feathers growing, my pride, alive. I’d no longer consider myself a turtle, my spirit animal changed. I told this story to my colleague Eben Sermon, who runs eBay’s German business: I always wanted to be a turtle. But I ended up a cockatoo. Eben brought this up last week in Berlin and it made me think a bit more about affinities for animals and how I have not had that connection as often as I probably should.

So this week, before we ring in New Years in Rio, I will honor the old me, the kid, the quieter Bradford, the sadder Bradford, by visiting those turtles, finally.

And I’ll marvel at the wonder of nature and evolution, both the evolution of animals and this world, and also the very real and dramatic evolution of my spirit and happiness.

Happy Holidays, Peace & Big Love

[juliahoskins]

Machneyuda, Jerusalem.

The view from the upstairs gallery area, the hostess with the mostess (hair) and the singing, dancing, spoon on saucepan banging kitchen team.

[thealbakke]

When work takes you to the Shuk 🎬🎥🎤🗣🍌🍅🥕🍠🥙🍗👀👂🏻👅👃🏻thankful for my Monday #israel #visitisrael #jerusalem #theshuk #machneyuda #instagood #instagram #instadaily #tvproduction #producing #filming #filminisrael #mondays #happymonday #ירושלים #ישראל #יוםשינה #שוק (at MachneYuda מחניודה)

[joshwander-blog]

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#chabad putting on #tefillin in the #machneyuda #shuk #Jerusalem #israel

[lizastravelnotes]

This year in Jerusalem

Jerusalem

I'm only Jew-ish, but I went to enough Passover seders growing up to know the traditional closing phrase, "next year in Jerusalem!" So it was pretty cool, and a little overwhelming, to be in Jerusalem for Passover this year. I was also here for Palm Sunday, when I visited the holiest site in Christianity, the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, believed to be the site of Jesus's crucifixion, burial and resurrection. If you've ever wondered how many human bodies can fit into a single enclosed space, may I recommend visiting this church on Easter.

Some scenes from Jerusalem:

I got up at 4:30 one morning for a sunrise bike ride around the old city.

The Western Wall, Dome of the Rock, and an Israeli army guard.

The Mea Shearim neighborhood is home to perhaps the most Ultra Orthodox community of Jews anywhere in the world. They shun all elements of modern life and dedicate themselves entirely to the study of Jewish texts. I took a fascinating walk around the neighborhood with every inch of my skin covered and kept my eyes averted (the men will not make eye contact with women).

This community does not use the Internet, so the streets are covered with good old fashioned message boards.

It's a great time to be gluten free in Israel. You literally cannot buy any.

One of the fun things about solo travel is getting the extra bar seat at a restaurant that's booked for weeks. That and the free shots. I snagged the last spot at Machneyuda, THE restaurant in Jerusalem, and celebrated by ordering the tasting menu!

[itcamefromnyc]

Best meal of the trip so far was had at Yudale last night. It’s the sister restaurant of Machneyuda and it was amazing. We sat at the bar which doubles as the kitchen. The music was turned up 3 times, eventually reaching 11. Everyone was dancing and laughing and having an awesome time, just like us. We started with artichokes confit, sea bass tartare, and vitello tonato on perfectly burnt bread and then had a main of fish in parchment with veggies and a delicious sauce poured on delivery. Finally for dessert, we had bread pudding. Oh man! A great capper to our visit to Jerusalem, Israel.

[hopecohen]

foie gras . steak . semolina cake . cherry . savory + sweet . . talented, young kitchen team . perfect execution #machneyuda #steak #foiegras #cherry #semolina #tastingmenu #jerusalem #chefs #masterchef #israelifood #cravephilly #cravejerusalem #foodphotography (at MachneYuda מחניודה) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuTx6LCjGY5/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ikszccgrynng

[miguelderitmo]

In memory of time like this and wishing them to come back very soon🤩 @radiolunaband #livemusic #sonjarocho #instadrummer #gozor #music #concert #live #musician #singer #band #instamusic #love #musica #newmusic #photography #livemusicphotography #rocknroll #artist #musicians #instagood #hiphop #guitarist #singersongwriter #jazz #dj #liveband #party #guitar (at MachneYuda מחניודה) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLUI1UmAVsc/?igshid=1ucjtqtwzizg

[alexminhtran4]

The Ultimate JERUSALEM FOOD TOUR + Attractions - Palestinian Food and Israeli Food in Old Jerusalem! Join us on the ultimate Jerusalem food... #blogema #arabfood #arabicfoodtour #bestfoodinjerusalem #foodblog #foodvideos #foodvlog #hummus #jerusalem #jerusalemfood #jerusalemfoodguide #jerusalemfoodtour #jerusalemrestaurants #jewishfood #kebab #machneyuda #markwiens #middleeasternfood #palestinianfood #streetfood #streetfoodvideos

[agenceinsidedeco]

A Louer Appartement de charme au cœur du quartier traditionnel de Nahlaot tout proche du marché Mhané Yehuda Location Saisonnière ou Location Longue Durée Mahane Yehuda Market Jerusalem 2 Chambres, Salle de bain, 4/6 couchages et Terrasse. Renseignements, Disponibilités et Prix en MP Tel: 055 2714 748 Ou Tel: 06 74 84 55 95 (à MachneYuda מחניודה) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9W6d9dHACC/?igshid=1l20hcveq93pj

[luxurytravelcurator]

Morning curating and lining up some amazing restaurant bookings for #VIP clients heading to #Israel for 10-days. From #finedinning to local casual experiential. Just to name a few making the list #TelAviv @mashya_restaurant + @herzl16 + ALENA at @thenormantlv and #Jerusalem Happy Fish at @mamillahotel + Darna + Rama’s Kitchen + @machneyuda among many others... . . . . . . . #carlosmeliarestaurantsilove #DeadSea #JudeanDesert #Haifa #Caesarea My mission is to transform Tourists into Travelers experiencing unique travel experiences. Luxury #TravelCurator, global bespoke #TravelAgent, #TravelBlogger, #Concierge, Hospitality Consultant and #WeddingPlanner has earned, after over 25 years of experience, the mote of “Little Marco Polo”. Founder of @LGTNetwork Luxury #GayTravel Network. Member of @VirtuosoLTD Luxury #TravelAdvisor @FirstinService @TzellTravel @TravelLeaders #Jetsetter #Globetrotter #BonVivant curates the world of #Luxury #Travel & #Lifestyle by experience, one destination at the time. #Travel #Hotel #Restaurant & #Airline reviews. Follow, read and share my travel experiences worldwide at #CarlosMeliaBlog #TravelBlog #LuxuryTravel ... www.carlosmelia.com (at Israel) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bx2T9Lnn8sr/?igshid=c90pm6brlov0

[juliahoskins]

Prepare your bikini.  (Yup, that’s the name of the dish).

Fish tartare with watermelon at Machneyuda Restaurant, Jerusalem.