Berlin on a Saturday
We thought we would head out to Potsdam today so we took the train out there (about 40 minutes). Since I was still a bit hungover from the night before, we stopped at a place that sells Doner kebabs and I got one to eat. A Doner kebab is similar to a gyro, but the meat tastes a bit different and I have to say I’m not a fan. I also came to the realization that the entire hostel smells of Doner kebab, most likely due to the fact that there is a 24 hour Doner kebab place around the corner from the hostel.
As soon as we stepped outside the station, it proceeded to pour down rain. We waited around for about 30 minutes, but once it looked like it was going to stick around, we decided to get back on the train to Berlin.
Since I got these super blisters from all the walking we did the day before, I thought it might be a good idea to maybe buy a new pair of shoes, so we stopped in a Kausthof Galleria (a large department store, similar to a Macy’s but with a grocery store on the ground floor – also similar to the Corte De Ingles stores in Spain). I found this pair of shoes that seemed to fit the bill of what I was looking for -more on this in a later post.
Arvin finally got in contact with his friend, Steffi who lives in Potsdam and we arranged to meet up for dinner and drinks later in the evening. We then decided to take it a bit easy and read and relaxed until we met up with Steffi.
After meeting up with Steffi, she took us out to Prenzlaur Berg, which is an area of East Berlin that apparently is currently in the process of being gentrified. We ate dinner at this Napolitan pizza place called I Due Forni that was pretty packed. The place was decorated with a bunch of pictures of Che and Marcos and had a bit of a socialist vibe. The walls were covered with autographs of a bunch of rock bands like Bad Religion, Bloc Party, Coheed and Cambria, Thursday, etc. The pizza was okay, but the service was super slow, but apparently that is the norm for most restaurants in Berlin. Also, like most restaurants throughout Europe, they don’t bring the check until you ask for it and if it is not uncommon for people to sit and talk at their tables hours after they have finished their meals.
After having dinner, we walked over to the Rosenthaler Platz area and had a few drinks at a bar, whose name I cannot remember. It was a relaxed loungey sort of bar.
