During the last segment of the summer, I had the opportunity to spend ten days in Germany. roughly splitting the time in between Berlin and Munich. In this first post, I will try to include the most memorable points of the journey in Berlin and provide another one for the Bavarian region.
Thanks to my new employment, I will be spending more time in Europe and around the states. I intend to post the highlights and perhaps the lowlights as they unfold throughout my eating adventures.
By no small feat of serendipity, Carly accompanied me on this culinary tour throughout the mitte (middle) of Berlin. Along with twenty-odd other people we entered Germany ready to leave our mark, culturally and culinary on the various platz (squares) throughout the city.
After taking a night flight from New York to Berlin, and suffering from intense jetlag, Carly and I meandered throughout Potsdamer Platz, the old happening meeting place during the 1920's, as well as one of the locations where the Wall directly intersected the town. Considering our internal clocks, were snookered by jetlag, we walked in a daze for the rest of the day as we checked out the Brandenburg Gate, walked Unter der Linden trees, and paid our respect at the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe.
We went back to our hotel and staggered into the restaurant, Brasserie Desbrosses, for some vittles.
For the main meal, we devoured a Tarte Flambee or Flammkuchen.
It is a razor thin pizza topped with bacon, onions, and parsley. It was deliciously salty and the first of several artery-clogging meals during this trip.
For the final course, we had a Creme Brulee with a bourbon base. Curiously served in a bowl, and not the tiny ramekins, it made me feel so ridiculously continental. The sweet, itself, was unremarkable, but the presentation caught my eye.
After a night of patchwork shuteye, we went around to a few touristy places including the Charlottenburg Palace where my father's porcelain exhibit was on display (long, unique story) and spent a majority of the morning there at the press conference and touring the castle. We returned to the hotel via a leisurely stroll of the Tiergarten, Berlin's major park, and stopped to observe the victory column. As we reached the hotel, Carly and I veered into the uber-eye stimulating Sony Center with our stomachs rumbling and settled at Josty Cafe. At this busy eatery, I tried some German meat as noted below:
The Boulette, a disc, is a German meatball filled with moist porky goodness. The accompanying meat included spare ribs and a scattering of cream less cole slaw.
For our dessert, we had (eis) ice cream. The habit of eating sweets after meals seemed to be a summer specialty. This might easily be my favorite photo ever.
The following, we took a side trip to Potsdam to check out Sans Souci, Frederick the Great's personal digs, and plethora of other castles scattered along the UNESCO protected property. Before we went to see Cecilienhof, the site of the Potsdam Conference between Truman, Stalin, and Atlee, we stopped at Meierei Hall for lunch.
I had been in Germany for two days and I had not yet had a beer. Eager to remedy the situation, I indulged in a Hell (Lager) type Bier (Beer) to accompany the regional specialty of seasonal orange chanterelle mushrooms, roasted pork, and two bread dumplings. Surprisingly not too salty or overpowering, it was a dynamic meal. The mushroom were well prepared, taking away the rubbery consistency usually found in the fungi, that could occasionally mar the meal.
So far, I loved the German food experience and the rest of the Berlin part is soon to follow.