October 28, 2012 13 Comments
Next time I decide to move to London temporarily while 7 months pregnant with twins, have them there and then move back to Berlin – slap me will you?
Layla started nursery on Wednesday and I paced and fretted my way around her school in case the teachers called me to come collect her. She took it better than I did. Except for the part where she has to have lunch and the food they serve is not peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She just stared at her vegetable soup, horrified. A helpful little boy told her that if she didn’t eat all her food, she wouldn’t be allowed to have any fruit for dessert. Which prompted her to shoot me a perplexed look that said “If fruit is dessert, what do they do for fun here? Self-harm?”
Hovering in the general environs of her school allowed me to poke my head into Mogg & Melzer, have a couple of silky coffees at The Barn and try the new Mozzarella Bar on Auguststrasse (it opened in June).
Food occupiers of August strasse tend to be trendy and overly self-aware design wise. Much like the folk that mince around in tight trousers and tiny coats even though it’s freezing outside because “Hey – I look good in it.” Sotto Le Stelle is more grandma but you know, grandma does new, like maybe she tries out a new shade of purple hair dye. When I walk in, Italian rock music is blaring. Read more of this post