Riding the metro in Berlin is great, so we started the evening program with a metro ride from Berlin Mitte to Schöneberg where the Lindemanns Hotel was, only to get changed and to meet an hour later to ride back again to Berlin Mitte. At least on the way back Christina and Sophie had some ‘fuel’.
We had a reservation at Dudu (thanks Christina!!!), apparently immensely popular and correctly so. The food was amazing, but the place was packed, the seating was extremely crowded, super dark and loud (here we go again with the saying: ‘If the music is too loud, you’re too old’. But also our spring chickens felt it was loud. So…).
We ordered the choice of rolls menu for the four of us and the food was way better than it looks on the picture. Plus the restaurant had some Austrian wine which we shared. At 10pm sharp we had to leave and due to the fact that you share your table, we acquired some ‘hobbits’. With them we went to the Fleischerei. You enter the shop and go to the back where you ring a bell in phone booth. Then a little window opens in the door and out looks a waitress who brings you to your table. Absolutely amazing! For the G&T drinkers among you: at least 10 different gins are available with different tonics. All well explained by a very helpful girl. That I ordered one that tasted a bit bland was definitely not her fault.
From there we went to Crackers, the club recommendation we got from the actor. As it turned out the kitchen was waiting for us although the reservation was for 11pm (do people really eat that late?). The place looked great, but was not a club at all. Rather a restaurant with a bar. Looked very stylish and prices were on the steep side but far from dancing and partying. Nevertheless we ordered dessert and had a chocolate cake and a rice pudding. Both were bland, still no pictures though. Would probably have been to dark anyway. But have two pictures from the place itself.
Since Crackers was a disappointment we followed the lead of the ‘hobbits’ and went to their club of choice. The Bravo Bar was certainly a club but not exactly our kind of place. Anyway, we stayed for a beer then hopped in a cab, the ‘hobbits’ still hopeful and tagging along. Next stop was Watergate, a real club this time which was also noticeable by the line-up in front. No line-up for us though, too tired and too old. We stayed in the cab while the ‘hobbits’ realized that nothing would happen for them. At least not with ‘our’ girls. So they got off while we drove back to Schöneberg.
And because we were hungry after such a long night out, we made one last stop before going to bed. Pascha Grill was located right across the street from our hotel. The night before we paid it a short visit to get something to drink and noticed that the place was packed. And that everything looked delicious. So instead of eating the obligatory sausage as we would have done in Vienna, we had some Adana kebap and kofta.
And that’s the depressing look of Pascha Grill the next morning.