“Unfortunately, due to some complications with both the Chef and the current location, we have had to cancel the dinner evenings for the next couple of weekends. We’re very sorry for the late notice but we’ve been trying everything we could to ensure that it would go ahead, sadly to no avail.We hope that you have a nice time in Berlin and also hope you will make it to us the next time you’re in town.Kind regards,The Shy Chef
“Is this a supperclub?” I asked the waitress.“Well there is a club downstairs…”“Who is Peter, I thought this was in his home “ I repeated stupidly.
“Would you like water?” the waitress asked.“Just tap”“We don’t do tap. Still or sparkling?”“Why not? “I squeaked.“It’s like that everywhere in Berlin, no one will give you tap water.”“You’d instantly get a bad review for that in London” I muttered.
“You fucking morons. You know nothing about food. This is food for fucking moron people who know nothing about food.”
Then we walked down the road and saw some squats…Tacheles. Finally, I thought, a bit of the famed Berlin alternative scene. We took some pix and had a beer (you had to pay a deposit for the glass) at the Zapata bar. So interesting squats but nothing you wouldn’t find in Hackney on any given day of the week.
‘This is inappropriate, you wouldn’t do this in a graveyard would you?’She stopped ‘You are right but we are so happy!’
The teen’s starter of goats cheese on toast was not à la francaise which is generally fine toasts graced by a roundel of chèvre, here it consisted of doorsteps of bread, with an equivalently doormat thickness of cheese.