Off the Wall

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The best!!!

Come for the spices, stay because they basically adopt you Tucked inside the golden labyrinth of the Old City, somewhere between “I think we’re lost” and “Is that the Kotel or a really intense tour group?” — you’ll stumble upon Off the Wall. Not the Pink Floyd album. The shop. And let me tell you — this place is absolutely magical. First of all, it smells like a love letter from your spice rack. Everywhere you look, there are jars and pouches and piles of mystery blends with names like “Za’atar of Destiny” and “Rice Awakening.” And these aren’t just for show — these spice blends will transform your plain white rice into a party so flavorful, your tongue will file a thank-you note. Their teas? Aromatic, healing, and possibly enchanted. Their coffee? Bold. Smooth. The kind that says “yes, you can keep wandering around Jerusalem in 34°C heat.” And oh yes — they make pizza. In a spice shop. And it’s actually amazing. Somehow crispy, cheesy, and kissed with a subtle seasoning that says, “Yeah, we’ve been doing this for a while.” You eat it, blink twice, and wonder if you’ve just uncovered the 8th wonder of the culinary world. But what truly sets this place apart? The people. I don’t know what kind of training these folks go through, but I’m convinced it’s half customer service, half angelic guidance counselor school. They’re not just nice — they’re “walk-you-to-the-place-you’re-looking-for” nice. You ask where something is? They don’t point — they escort you like royalty on a spice-scented mission. Lost? Confused? Hungry? Spiritually adrift? They got you. They smile like they mean it — big, glowing, joy-fueled smiles that somehow make your day better and lower your cortisol levels. You walk in for paprika, and leave feeling emotionally supported and maybe a little bit taller. Also — did I mention the store is built into actual Old City stone? Every wall looks like it’s been through at least four empires and still chose kindness. It’s cozy. Historic. And smells like someone’s grandmother is baking a thousand-year-old spice cake somewhere in the back. Final Verdict: Off the Wall is part spice shop, part café, part tourist rescue center, part Jerusalem miracle. Whether you need spices, directions, pizza, tea, coffee, or just a human smile that makes you believe in people again — this is your spot. It’s the kind of place that turns “just stopping in” into “why am I still here an hour later and why do I feel emotionally healed?” Five stars. Ten hugs. And a fistful of cardamom to go.

היה כיף וטעים ממליצה מאוד!!!