You already know that Lunettes Selection is one of our favorite places when it comes to shopping for new (sun)glasses. Yet for those of us blessed with imperfect eyesight, the process was always a little elaborate; while you could shop for your frames on Torstraße, you had to get your glasses cut somewhere else. Those days of inconvenience are now over, as the Lunettes shop now also employs opticians to test and measure your eyesight. Just like their carefully curated selection of frames, though, this process is a little bit more tailored and personal than anywhere else.
Archive: March 2014
Bixels is that renown pop-up restaurant by Daniel Bixel, serving the most delicious and creative baked potatoes in town – sadly only during a couple of days every six months or so. But enough of the lamenting, because it’s time again for a week of mashed potato bliss.
Starting tomorrow, Bixels will serve their starchy delights at Club der Polnischen Versager, Ackerstraße 169, daily from 12:00–21:00 until Saturday, March 29th. It’s gonna be a good week!
Spring is the time to let old habits go and establish new traditions. The Berlin blogging scene is flourishing like the cherry trees at Landwehrkanal and it would be a shame to not applaud their work. Which is exactly what we will do in a new weekly feature presenting the finest blogged content from the past week. Enjoy:
For me, and this may sound heretical, the only burger is a cheese burger. I can go on about this for hours, but the most important thing is the cheese and how it should smoothly melt on the patty just like I experienced it at Shake Shack. (An experience that still makes me look for flights to London from time to time just so I can visit their single European outpost). And unlike some other burger enthusiasts who swear by toasted buns, I like them a bit more soft. So keep this in mind as we proceed to take a bite out of Schiller Burger.
My childhood Chinese restaurant was on a corner a long walk or a short car ride away. My parents usually found the time to cook, but on very rare and special occasions we’d get Chinese take-out. Its different flavors—sweet, spicy, umami—bewitched me and encouraged me to demand we go to Chinese restaurants for my birthdays. Soon we found a place that was better than that corner place, instead overlooking a bus station in the center of town. Up the stairs from its tiny shop front were dark and cozy tables, and the meals were enormous and hearty.
Though Do De Li here on Kantstrasse is much smaller, and lacks the glamorous view of a bus station, it did bring me right back to that childhood comfort zone, spooning up hot-and-sour soup like liquid nostalgia.