What I Ate in Berlin (and What I'd Skip)
It's easy to get Berlin wrong. Like the time I tried to order a currywurst on a Sunday morning at a stand near Alexanderplatz, only to be told, "Sorry, no currywurst on Sundays. We close at 6 PM." I stood there, holding a half-eaten pretzel, wondering if the city had a secret rule against eating sausage on days of rest. Turns out, Berliners are serious about their weekends. My first real meal in Berlin came at a tiny spot called Kaffee Kultur, tucked away on a quiet street called Kollwitzstraße in Kreuzberg. It's a coffee shop by day, but at night, they serve a dish called "Käsespätzle" that's pure comfort food. The dish is a creamy potato noodle casserole topped with melted cheese, served with a side of pickled red cabbage. I ordered it for €12, and it was so good I almost skipped dinner. The owner, a woman named Lena, told me she learned the recipe from her grandmother in Bavaria. The place is open until 10 PM, so it's perfect for a post-night-out...