I wouldn’t say I am a Spa-person. Neither do I like sauna nor hanging around in thermal water (unless it’s architecturally framed by Zumthor). But I love massages and a little me-time with a scrub or a facial, which is something we all probably indulge ourselves in way too rarely. If you, however, come to the point where you would like to splurge a little by spoiling yourself, I suggest you consider Adlon Spa by Resense.
Archive: February 2014
For the past, say, fifteen years, I’ve been shopping at Berlin’s Kleidermarkt stores, first as a yearly visitor to this fine city, then as a resident. While their Made in Berlin shops on Neue Schönhauser Strasse and Friedrichstrasse only sells priced ‘vintage’ clothing, Kreuzberg’s Colours and Schöneberg’s Garage also have large color-sorted sections where you buy your second-hand threads in bulk, by the kilo. Their unbeatable prices and mountains of American stock actually require that I limit my visits to two or three a year; I clearly already have enough amazing baseball and summer camp t-shirts to last several lifetimes.
We all have our coffee routines. While Kierkegaard preferred to have his morning coffee served on a sugar pyramid in his cup, Beethoven carefully counted every single bean. Berliners in search for their own infusion of morning inspiration can now choose from an ever-growing collection of coffee shops in the city, each more ‘authentically’ third-wave or homey than the next.
With opinions still flaring up about our ongoing search for Berlin’s best burger, it’s important that we honor the other restaurants serving non-burger shaped deliciousness. One of the places consistently drawing both both big crowds and deserved accolades is Big Stuff, which serves meltingly soft BBQ in the heart of Markthalle Neun (right next to their fantastic pescetarian equivalent, fish smokers Glut & Späne).
Berlin’s winters have many problems, one of them being that Berlin is too far away from anything mountainous – but is that really true? Not if you’ve got a car and take the 400km drive down to Krkonoše, or the Riesengebirge as it is known in German, a mountain range on the border of Poland and the Czech Republic, home to the mountain giant Krakonoš, or Rübezahl. Sure, with its highest peak, Sněžka or Schneekoppe, reaching just a little over 1600m, it’s nowhere near Alpine in height, but it does offer an acceptable number of downhills, cross-country ski trails, and hiking routes. And it certainly doesn’t fail when it comes to romantic scenery.