December 9, 2012 10 Comments
On Tucholskystrasse, there is a little brown fox with what looks like a button mushroom (but is more likely a chef’s hat on one ear) surreptitiously climbing up the shop front of Wiener Brot. Inside the shop there is a shelf into which loaves of bread are filed vertically. Large red swirly lamps that look like thick brushstrokes hang from the ceiling. A colour picked up in the lipstick and cat’s eye glasses of the buxom woman behind the counter.
“Is this a Sarah Wiener shop?” I ask the shop assistant
“Yes.” She beams back.
“Oh.” I think flatly.
I had high expectations for another Sarah Wiener place Das Speisezimmer and although the design of the place was nice, the food was less than lacklustre. Still that was over a year ago and I had only eaten there once. I could be wrong about Sarah Wiener.
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