That's not always easy. I wasn't in Jerusalem.
Finally the bus came. I asked how much it cost and began searching for money. No good. I needed exact change in coins. Found enough, paid, sat down and went off to the Great Neck Station.
I decided to "trust luck." Let's see if G-d would show me a kosher restaurant. I crossed streets according to whichever light turned green first.
On Middleneck Road, past the deli which I understand isn't really kosher, I saw a restaurant with a letter in the window. Curious, I stopped to read. It said that the restaurant was kosher, Cafe Kriza. I was hungry, thirsty, tired, jetlagged and it looked good enough for me.
The menu was very familiar, like a lot of Israeli restaurants. I ordered salmon, salad and vegetables. I also told the guy in charge that I was pretty dehydrated and needed to drink lots of water.
While I was waiting for the food to be prepared, I said my daily T'hillim, Psalms and also the Mincha, afternoon Prayer.
Then I enjoyed the food, just perfect. No complaints. Service was great, too. I treated myself to a cup of coffee to help me get through the end of the day.
After that to the supermarket for more shopping. And then I walked to my parents' house. Quite a walk, but I needed it.