After the whole Toca Rouge thing (the thing being that I liked it, not so much) I hesitated to try Transit. They listed their menu in a similarly queer fashion. Names like; ‘almost nude’ (summer roll) and ‘undress me’ (chicken and prawns in pandan leaves) made me assume that the two were sister restaurants. Then I heard a friend whose taste buds I trust recommend it to another friend and reconsidered.My husband and I have since been twice. We had a good laugh when the drinks arrived on our last visit and we speculated what the choices said about the individual who ordered them:
Big German guy ordered a…beer = no comment.
Not so big Norwegian guy ordered a…green tea = on a self-improvement mission.
Me, ordered a…black bubble tea = letting lose the inner child.
My husband ordered…a Lotus Berry; coconut, pineapple, lime and raspberry alcohol free cocktail with two straws, a pineapple slice, paper umbrella and plastic monkey. (Well, not the last two but you get the idea). = extremely confident with his masculinity so can order flamboyant drinks and drink with his rather squat pinky finger extended.Drinks aside. The food is not bad at all and at €3 a dish, it’s very affordable although the dishes are tiny. You can order 3 dishes, maybe a side of rice and leave feeling happily satiated. Their ‘signature’ dish, if you will, is duck in pajamas, a few slivers of (dryish) duck, some cucumber and the whole lot drenched (erring on over sauced) in Hoisin sauce. You no doubt gather from my parenthesis that things are not necessarily perfect but I would say, they are good enough. Which for me is saying a lot! There are a couple of curries, some ‘heavy on the fish sauce’ salads and a few vegetarian bites.
Variety, small plates, punchy exotic (not for me but for Berlin) flavours is where Transit get’s it right. If this place were in London, NYC or Paris, I probably would go there once and forget about it but seeing as it’s here, it get’s pushed high up the list of places (maybe just place) where I can get a smelly fish sauce hit.
The restaurant is loud and clinky with uncomfortable bench seating and girls with PDA’s taking down orders which are delivered from the slick brushed aluminum kitchen. Outside they have a terrace which is reason enough to visit Transit, especially as we
are were having such a gorgeous summer in Berlin.
Rosenthaler straße 68
T. 030 247 816 45
Transit (I have not eaten here)
T. 030 269 484 15