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.
This is the final part of my food-adventures in New York City, I am on my way back to Berlin. Although the autumnal Brooklyn sun has been very good to us and the Berlin November weather is living up to its fame, I am quite okay with coming back. Also because I can go back to my normal eating habits and don’t feel pressured by a never-ending foursquare to-eat list. Thanks to organizing my schedule better than in the first days, I managed to cross quite some off in the last days, read about them here.
And for more, here’s the first and the second part of Food in NYC.
The first part about eating in New York City way written before I moved to Brooklyn, where everything just got better and I experienced some seriously good food moments. Although I must admit the cover photo of this article was taken in the Lower East Side, of all places, so this prejudice of Brooklyn being the better Manhattan is actually just a cliché. But have a look:
I am in New York for two weeks and sadly, I haven’t yet managed to experience a food-revelation in the big city. I’ve had good food, very good, but nothing as mind-boggling as the Thai food I had in London, for instance. Maybe that’s because I haven’t (yet) laid my focus on Asian food over here. Nevertheless, this is the first part of my very good food experiences.
When walking through Peckham during my stay in London, that’s sadly already almost four weeks in the past, I stumbled over a sign in front of a small café announcing they’d make one of the best sandwiches of London and have been awarded by the British Sandwich Association. Yes, that’s right, there’s an official institution, guarding the quality of the British sandwich and their url is, naturally, sandwich.org.uk. I love it.