BERLIN Part 1- What’s the WURST that could happen?!
Last Thursday evening, three chums with eyes bleary and heads achey from the slog of the working week convened at Kings Cross St Pancras laden down with overstuffed weekend bags. WE WERE OFF TO BERLIN. Four days of sausages, beer, sight-seeing, beer, hostelling, beer and rollicking good fun awaited us. Of course there was only one way to whet our over-excitable whistles-by sampling some of the delights in the brilliant Sourced Market Bar at St Pancras which stocks a WHOLE HOST of craft ales and ciders.
I’d love to be able to tell you that we travelled to our chosen destination in an incredibly stylish way, milking first class British Airways for all they’re worth or watching the European countryside fly past as we reclined on the Eurostar- but in all honesty we didn’t. We’re STRAPPED, because we all work in the ARTS, so we flew good old honest EASYJET. Despite a slight shock to the system with a rather unsociable 4.30am start, I still managed to chat up an elderly man and get felt up by a burly lesbian at customs. Well, you’ve gotta take it where you can get it really innit?
We landed in a very snowy christmas-cake topped Berlin and proved that we are SUCCESSFUL ADULTS by heroically navigating the German rail and tube system. London, I love you, but TFL could well learn a trick or two from the reliable, quiet and spacious U-Bahn. It’s even nicer than the Jubilee line. FOR REAL THOUGH.
Now, if you are ever in Berlin and need a cheap but lovely hostel to stay in LOOK NO FURTHER. We massively lucked out by booking a room at the Generator Hostel in Mitte after it was featured in Stylist Magazine in Autumn. Boasting gorgeous, witty design and plenty of lovely touches (like power showers, free wi-fi, a late night bar and INCREDIBLY attractive staff) it felt like we were being thrifty without slumming it.
Okay also guys, I just want to put this out there: if you are wondering where all the attractive men are, I can confirm THEY ARE ACTUALLY IN BERLIN. So many STONE-COLD BEARDED FOXES. Germany mate, what are you feeding your males because JA GUTEN TAG AM I RIGHT LADIES?!
Anyway. I digress.
Having arrived in the city of sausage, we settled down to a spot of lunch at the Weihenstephaner bar, for a slurp and chomp of something Bavarian. Weihenstephaner is a Bavarian brewery, and this centrally located joint serves up its finest wares amidst dark wood and cream settings. The waitress also wore a gingham bierkeller girl dress which I really wanted.
We took a stroll around the city that afternoon to get our bearings, and the thing that struck me so much was how much personality oozes out of every brick that builds Berlin. It’s not the prettiest city in the world by far, yet everywhere just has so much attitude. Beautifully clean streets are flanked by the most artistic and kaleidescopic graffiti you’ll ever see, ramshackle run-down antique facades rub shoulders with high rise blocks and the streets are lined with achingly cool coffee shops and bars with more than a streak of Shoreditch about them.
That evening, we took a trip up the iconic Berlin TV tower for pre-dinner cocktails to soak in the 360 degree aerial view of the city. And it was bloody magical.
Whilst there, I heard an unfamiliar male voice hark my name- whirling around I came face to face with Peter Driver, the father of one of my very dearest chums, Joe. Turns out he was jollying around Berlin as part of his Art degree. What are the odds!? The world is such a massive lad sometimes.
Having both drunk ourselves silly on cocktails and the stunning views, we stumbled over to White Trash for dinner. It’s easily the most bizarre place I’ve ever been. The website describes itself thus: “Heavenly food and devil music, more than 400 bands playing a year, an integrated tattoo studio and a cinema where you can smoke. This is not a dream”. Imagine that, paired with tacky Chinese restaurant/Halloween/Americana decor and burgers as big as your head. Insane, yet wickedly wonderful.
HOWEVER. White Trash also threw me a huge curveball. You guys know I like gin, right? Yeah, I tend to mention it every now and then. Well, White Trash served me up a Hendricks Gin and Tonic Slush Puppy. YEAH YOU HEARD. Garnished with black pepper and cucumber, I’ve been fantasising about it ever since and have spent an unhealthy amount of time researching slush puppy makers.
We rolled into our bunkbeds (lol) happy and knackered. And I dreamt of visions of slushy ginny goodness.
More Berlin-based adventures soon pals! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx