In fact, the other day I was thinking that were I not otherwise occupied with the twins and Layla, Berlin is ripe for opening something up. Especially if you are an expat and you can tap into the mostly tame social community. You don’t even have to spend money on a website since a Facebook page is more appealing to most – stating “we are a small enterprise that only spends money on stuff that matters”.But what about the other Berlin, one that is not aware about the “Rant” article the Exberliner wrote and the subsequent storm in a teacup (see comments in überlin) reaction it produced?
They eat just fine. At places like Sayuri. Where you can get grilled mackerel with skin so crispy it audibly shatters. Where the rice is plump, resistant and shimmering with just enough vinegar dressing.I often have the Agedashi Tofu – which means the one chef has to leave his chilled cabinet of fish and go fry it to order for me. And since I like it crispy, I normally burn my tongue a little. The broth it’s in is too salty to drink but perfect for swiftly dredging the tofu through. I can’t resist a bowl of rice topped with salmon. I’m in love with the dressing on the salad as well.
I like that the adjoining tables are made up of the most diverse bunch of people. An older Charlottenburg couple, two moms with prams and toddlers, a Japanese family whose kids are trying to stump Siri.