Monday, 12 May 2014

Sonntag: Is this the worst coffee in Berlin?

...I'm going to go with yes. Now I've had (and made) my fair share of hideous coffee in my time, but this was quite frankly the most atrocious cup'o'joe I have ever, ever had the misfortune of sampling.

Maybe it was because the coffee percolator was hidden behind the kebab rotisserie, and probably contained more meat juice than your average Sunday roast. Perhaps it was the fact that the milk had clearly been left out of the fridge for most of the day. It may also have had something to do with the fact that the lady serving me looked like she wanted to throw the bubbling contents of the deep fat fryer into someones face. Whatever. I guess the moral of today's story is as follows:
Don't buy 1 Euro coffee from greasy kebab shops - especially the ones that primarily make their moolah by serving the stream of pissed up, undiscerning clubbers pouring out of the Revaler Str clubs on a Sunday morning.

I could have bought one third of a pizza with that Euro. So much regret.

Bis bald,
Betti Baudelaire xxx

1 comment:

  1. OR - avoid greasy kebab shops in Berlin altogether because the mean German man behind the counter will say FUCK AMERICANS in German and make you almost vom the next day! It is still burned into my memory. (You have no idea what I am talking about and I am sorry). Mmmmm, meaty coffee, though. I think you are the winner in the Gross Food Stories category.

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