I’ve revealed it already, hummus is one of my favorite comfort foods – I like it fresh and creamy, not too heavy, not too much cumin, and served with fresh bread and delicious pickled vegetables. So of course I had to check this little restaurant when it was recommended over on Slow Travel Berlin, and I found a menu much more varied than just hummus.
Archive: May 2013
Hidden in a Skalitzer courtyard, Motto is a fantastic book store full of singular finds. Their selection is so great because Motto the store was actually born from Motto the distribution company, spreading the catalogues of over 150 publishers to more than 100 stores worldwide. The Kreuzberg Motto store was their first physical branch, opened in 2008 as a bookstore and venue for readings, book exhibitions, and many more events for Berlin’s bibliophiles.
Some people call the Kantstraße the Chinatown of Berlin, which is basically a ridiculous exaggeration. If at all, it could be called Asia-town, or maybe Asia-street, which makes no sense and should thus be dismissed. Still, most of Berlin’s prolific Asian restaurants and shops are to be found on this street, and this very blog is in fact working hard on compiling reviews on all the worthwhile joints, until now led by our favorites Dao and Aroma. So I was very happy to follow a recommendation for Papaya.
My relationship with this bakery began in a time long past, back when I used to live in the area around Schlesisches Tor and would be on my way home from going out, some time between 4 and 7am on a Sunday morning. And Salut would always be open and always have my favorite Turkish pastry – Tahinischnitten. A flaky pastry filled with sesame paste, Tahini, that is to be eaten as fresh as possible.
It’s not easy to make a good documentary film about an artist. In the case of Evelyn Schels’ Georg Baselitz too little distance and too much admiration leave too little space for an unbiased audience approach. In the case of Marina Abramović: The Artist is Present, we are basically watching Abramović perform herself, which makes Matthew Akers’ and Jeff Dupre’s film portrait an entertaining PR-vehicle for the artist, but not an original documentary film.