For me Krembo will forever be associated with "old" Israel (pre 1967). Nothing like taking a bite into a Krembo and feeling the shell collapse and releasing a flood of sweetness into your mouth. This of course had to be washed down with a "Tempo" cola while you smoked a "Silon" Another "old" memory is the kiosks with the big orange juice squeezers. They squeezed out a foamy delicious glass of thick pulpy orange juice in seconds. There are still a few places left in Tel Aviv where this treat survives. And who can forget the filaful made by little old ladiers around the old bus station using a gas burner and a large cracked white enamel mixing bowl. The best tasting filaful's in the world. What great memories. No gourmet, no fancy prices and almost no meat at all available. Who remembers brown toilet paper.
from the article: The craving for krembo