A late lunch at "Orita"

Yesterday Uri & I ate a late lunch at "Orita". The choice turned out to be quite perfect, because he wanted something really simple - home cooking style, and I wanted something a bit more decadent, and Orita turned out to be a little bit of both. Comfort food cooked at a very professional level.
Uri ordered the "Kookla" a tasty dish of meatballs (I didn't recognize what was in the sauce, but it was very tasty) [48 NIS]. I ordered the roast-beef [50 NIS], which turned out to be pot roast, so we switched dishes. I'll say it here for the first time, though I'm sure it will be a recurring theme in this blog - I hate it when restaurants use improper names for their dishes. It always leads to disappointment. Even if the dish received is good, I'll always be a bit disappointed at the beginning, because I was expecting to get one thing, and I received another. Plus, it begs the question: Do you not know what a roast-beef is? And you call yourself a chef? Anyway, lucky thing we didn't both order the roast-beef, as I said we switched around and we both enjoyed our meal. For dessert we had a apple-pecan cake that was OK [7 NIS] and an excellent cream puff [4 NIS], that proved once again that my eye for spotting the good dessert is never wrong.
Two after-thoughts came out of it:
(1) The side dishes, and for the meatballs the entree as well, were served in small ceramic bowls that stood on the plate. This made the plate look very empty. Uri and I both were sure we would not be full at the end. It turned out that we were satisfied. This was another lesson in the importance of plating. Putting things in narrow tall containers, which leave the plate empty is not good for those of us who eat with our eyes.
(2) Most of Orita's business comes from older women who live in the area and order her food to serve to family and guests. Two such ladies came in while we were eating and they were obviously "regulars". I'm willing to bet that at least 40% of these customers don't admit to their guests that they were not the ones who cooked the "home cooked meals" they serve. The waiter/cook told us that some people bring their pots and pans to the restaurant and have the kitchen cook their order in them. What can I say about this? Well, first it's sad that people who like food don't have enough time to cook. Maybe if they hosted less dinner parties they would have more time to do cook themselves for the ones they do host. Second, The food is by no means cheap... so I'm left only to sigh and say: "Oh , the comfortable life of the wealthy..." Tip of the hat to Orita for choosing a location were there enough people willing to pay these prices for this kind of food. It was very tasty, but I'll do with the farmers market in Dizingoff Center.