Category: Food

Shop in Berlin: Pfefferhaus

I don’t know about you, but whenever I get sick I have my own recovery regime: I pop some paracetamol, make sure I have plenty of tea on tap, and wrap myself up in layers upon layers of blankets. To really flush out the flu, though, really sweat and cry out that venom, I need two more things: very sad movies and very spicy food.

Food in Berlin: The Bird

The Bird is no secret; all of Berlin already seems to be very much aware of this haven of American cuisine hidden behind Mauerpark, which makes coming in without a reservation a rather dangerous gambit.

Drink in Berlin: Voima

I like my bars empty, I do. Matter of fact, I prefer them that way. Not that I don’t like having other people there, just that I appreciate that certain surplus of personal space that comes with, say, a library before closing time, or a second-hand record store on a Tuesday morning.