Category Archives: Berlin

Oranges are Not the Only Fruit…

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I’ve been working in Berlin for the last three days, just in case that fact had escaped you. I’ve been seeking everything German since being here ~ traditional German restaurants; German food; German beer; German anything and everything.

My German colleagues suggested we go out for lunch today “shall we go for pasta?” and then for drinks / dinner “how about tapas?” … erm that’s not very German I thought, plus *shush* I find pasta a bit dull, plus even more so I wanted sausage, bratwurst, brotwurst, currywurst, tbh any kind of wurst would have done, I was primed and ready for wurst!

Pasta .. YAY [dull] I thought but my misgivings were quickly drop kicked out of the window as soon as the Tagliatelle Chef arrived at A Posto ~ fillet steak edges and mushrooms in a cream sauce ~ delicious, actually utterly delicious.  And a steal at €7.90 for pasta, salad and a drink.

Later that night after a quick cocktail in the office [nice to see the German office observe the same cocktailian traditions] we headed off for Tapas at Yosoy somewhere in Alexanderplaz or close to it.  Perched on high narrow benches with only butt-clenching strength to keep me from sliding to the floor we shared these two delicious platters and a fair amount of wine … then the boys had cocktails and I had gin … and then we slipped and slided home.

I was so pleasantly surprised by non-German-German food, oranges really are not the only fruit.

Find A Posto here and Yosoy here

Das ist Gut, Ja!

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Seeing as last night’s dinner was apparently somewhat less than authentic I thought I’d try harder tonight.

Armed with the phrase “can you recommend anywhere for dinner?” I headed to the hotel reception … oh you weren’t expecting any form of German were you? “What do you fancy?” came the response. Seemingly “You!” is not the right response, so I opted for “I dunno, anything” … helpful I know. After a few options said fine receptionist directed me to Brauhaus Lemke “they serve German food and brew their own beer” … no more discussion to be had. Off I slipped and slided through the snow. … Did I mention it was cold?? Did I??

The friendly waiter with a mesmerising moustache talked me through the menu and their own brewed bier ~ *this* is the Pils ~ *this* is the large ~ *this* caused amusement in my moustachioed waiter … *this* wasn’t the last.

And then … then this huge hunk of pig turned up ~ crispy skin on the outside, squidgy and succulent meat on the inside with sauerkraut and crispy potatoes. Oh how I closed my eyes, rolled them back in my head and groaned in piggy heaven… wrong??

You have to realise that I live alone and therefore talk to myself a little more than normal, and this sometimes happens in public .. bit too often, anyhoo..! Delicious … then moustachioed waiter comes along and enquires how it was …

“Das *points*, Das ist Gut, Ja!” … Then “eine grosse bier, ja!” *points* “Pils?” “Ja!” … anyone else detecting a slight propensity for the use of “Ja!”? .. JA!

German bier is strong or this stuff is! Ja!!

First German Meal

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Ok I’m aware that that sounds rather like a “Last Supper” post, but I thought I’d try what I thought was a fairly traditional German restaurant … my German colleagues, once they stopped laughing at me, said “typical tourist” soooo I’m guessing Block House isn’t *traditional* German anything and now you too can stop laughing!

Regardless, I enjoyed my non-traditional fayer at Block House

the onion soup with a buried crouton under half a tonne of cheese was good as was the ribeye steak ~ baked potato with sour cream, that’s novel … now the Erdinger beer was delicious, but then I drink that in London … should try harder is guess!