Tola'at Sfarim is my dad's regular café and probably the first one I've ever sat at in my life. As a child, I perceived the place old and dull, but today when I'm old and dull myself, I go there when I want to feel old and intellectual. The book store and the serious quiet makes it best for business meetings, job interviews and pretending to be an artist while staring on Facebook. Tola'at has two branches, one in Rabin square which is the place for the old bohemia of northern Tel Aviv, refugees of the mythological cafes of the 70's and random weird characters, and the new branch which is prettier at the center of town where the vibe is a bit, but only a bit, younger. I'm already used to it, so I prefer the first branch. The book sellers look like the witch librarian from your high school, the waitresses are sad literature students that write feminist poetry while serving you watery coffee, and the costumers are misanthrope writers who complain about the world that was and shall never return. That is why the fun thing about Tola'at Sfarim is not the coffee, and not sitting there with a bunch of friends, but sitting there alone and observing people who only observe themselves.
Ironically, the coffee here is not very good, but the other variants I've mentioned cover for it. I like to order the ice tea and cookies (Tahini, oatmeal and gem), and sit there for a long time, despite the dissatisfaction of the waiters.
Maze St 7, Tel Aviv-Yafo