Really loving this city.
We got here late Thursday and walked north to a superb neoplitan restaurant called Standard Pizza. Bloody delicious.
Seems it's all cash here.
Spent all of Good Friday walking from Mitte and weaving through the city following the wall route spending a good hour in the Topography of Terror museum. My girlfriends is obsessed with World War Two, bizzarely. The whole photographic exhibition focuses on the buildings near Checkpoint Charlie that orchestrated the depths of the Nazi regime.
Strong stuff, utterly fascinating but scary. Amazing how they took so much evidence of what they were doing.
Round the Brandenburg gate and a stroll through the massive park which I wasn't expecting. All great cities need a big park.
After a few beers in the Monkey Bar - roof top bar over the zoo - we headed back to the hotel and out to a place called Buck and Breck somewhere north of the shopping area. It look closed. It had a sign saying closed. I rang the bell and shifty 19 year old ushers us in and forces our phones into lockers.
Great cocktails in a modern take on a speakeasy. Obviously a bit wanky hipster but that seems to be the thing here at the moment without it spoling anything.
Suitably pissed we went onto a restaurant called Crackers. Ex-club turned eatery, the tables are on the old dancefloor. Again, fucking great food.
It may have cost a small fortune. I may or may not have paid. I cannot remember exactly what I ate. But I left happy.
Today I've spent most of the day explaining to my girlfriend that buying more scadi-inspired artifacts for the house that would breach Ryanair's carry on policy is not the best use of our time.
Had the best breakfast in living memory in a place called Father Carpenters. Rocket fuel coffee took some getting used to but couldn't fault the food. Gazed into the Filson shop to look at stuff I can't afford.
I did however come across a place making mens clothes in the shop called AD Deertz and bought a beltin' rain coat that's sharp as fuck in waterproof cotton that would be twice the price in Oi Polloi.
Which was good becaused it pissed it down.
Next door was a Copenhagen based beerhouse called Mikkeller. 24 beers on tap.
Just spent a few hours in the east of the city looking at the murals on the wall before walking to Kruezeberg.
"My God, help me to survive this deadly love."
Kreuzeberg, by the way, is like a fucking warzone. We stupidly walked through Golitzer Park. It was like a scene from The Wire. Dealers, wall to wall. Berlin has a tolerance of weed below small weights. So basically it's a free for all. Jesus fucking christ. We'd walked too far in before we realised and pressed on.
Or not if you want cheap weed. The white lads sell the stronger stuff apparently.
Anyway, one currywurst later and a few more beers to avoid the rain and we're about to head out.
This is Loose Lips. Signing off.