1998-1999 Rothberg Yearbook

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by Terri Sundvold
Club 11 was opened several years ago by the Student Union at the Hebrew University Mount
Scopus campus. It was most recently owned and operated by Ron, Shragga, and Sagi. Ron and Sagi,
both law students, had to close the Moadon because they were about to start their internships and
didn’t have time to maintain the cafes any longer. While it was open, Club 11 was one of the most
popular night spots for the residents of the dorms.
Especially on Friday nights, when Shabbat made
getting off the hill more difficult and expensive. The
Moadon had plenty of cheap drinks, atmosphere
and shesh-besh partners. Students would often hang
out listening to music, talking, laughing and occasionally
studying until the wee hours of the morning.
Now that the cafe and bar, once literally
outside my front door has closed, everyone is doing
their share to support Jerusalem's local economy a
little more by going into town. People’s dorm
Cooper and Matt at Club 11
rooms are being turned into backgammon dens, and
the political discussions so prevalent in Israel have
been moved outside. While most students are longing to once again spend long nights socializing in the
Moadon, there are a few who appreciate the closure. Their rooms, which face the courtyard between
buildings 11 and 12 had long suffered the overflowing noise created by the dormitory hot spot. Those
students, instead of having to involuntarily join in the fun, are now enjoying a good night’s sleep.
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by Ariel Serber
Many people will always remember the
muddiness of our first night in Israel. I will, too.
But I will also remember that it was the first
time I had a beer on this trip. I met the three
guys who became my flatmates and instead of
letting our miserable status all the way at the
end of the line get us down, we went for
beverages. Although we walked around Idelson
a few times before we found it, we eventually
located the door to Club 42. This was where
my flat did the whole bonding thing. It became
a really great place to go on almost any
occasion- when you wanted a break from
“work,” to relax with a beverage or a snack, or to do your homework with the best-looking
waitresses this side of my favorite all night Israeli restaurant in Brooklyn (Hi Tatyana!) There
have been many nights since 42 closed when I’ve wanted to go somewhere nearby that wasn’t the
Hyatt or the Orient Express. But unfortunately, before Idelson 42 could become an Institution, it
was put out of existence. But maybe it’s a good thing; maybe it’s better to bum out than to fade
away. But maybe I don’t want to philosophize; maybe I just want a beer.