I like it when things go well. And they’re going very well for one of my favorite coffee businesses in Berlin: Companion Coffee. Apart from being busy with their coffee branch in Voo Store, they’ve now enhanced their business towards tea, offering a carefully selected small range for you to enjoy there or to take home. This is a Lakyrsiew black tea from India, harvested in July 2012 from a family-run, artisanal garden.
Archive: August 2013
It’s just awesome…and cute. What is, you ask? Pretty much everything in the world of the teenagers that are so bored with their lives in Calabasas, California, that they decide to break into the houses of celebrities like Lindsay Lohan, Megan Fox, and Paris Hilton, steal some stuff, and then buy more stuff paid for by the stuff they stole.
First off, don’t trust your iPhone to just lead you straight to Lon Men, as it has a Googlegänger some 20 minutes further south, a Chinese restaurant that smelled great but definitely was not the place I was supposed to meet the Wednesday Chef for lunch. By the time I’d rushed my way back up to Kantstrasse (and how could I possible have thought this lovely little Taiwanese treasure would be anywhere else but amidst Berlin’s street of Asian delights; see Aroma and Dao), she had already made headway into a disappointing noodle soup and some surprising off-menu dumplings in chili sauce.
These surely aren’t the easiest of times for bookstores, though it didn’t look like it when I stopped by to take some pictures on a Monday morning at 11am. Visiting Mediterraneans were shopping for Hornby and Coupland, an academic on her way back home to the States was parting with her gorgeous Ottolenghi cookbook, and I, unable to help myself, bought a respectable stack of Lispector, Nothomb, and Lydia Davis. As the phone rang off its hook, orders were taken, and customers directed to relevant shelves, one girl just curled up on the old couch, deep inside a book the cover of which she was keeping to herself.
Do you remember the summer of 2012? It was the summer of “Call Me Maybe” and McDonalds started to sell bubble tea at their McCafés in Germany and Austria. That summer, bubble tea was everywhere in the city, every skinny storefront, every empty U-Bahn shop, every former sausage stand started to sell sugary muck filled with gooey little balls.