Breakfast at the hostel was “Contenintal” meaning: cereal, toast, jam, cheese, salami, OJ, coffee, tea.
We hit the internet cafÃ© and set up reservations in Amsterdam, then checked out the Birkenstock store. People there were rude. They also did not have Christina’s size for shoes. Plenty of snarky looks though.
We stopped in Alexanderplatz for a beer and a snack, which turned out to be a potato covered with so much cream gravy it looked like soup. The service took so fucking long that by the time we paid and left, we had to hurry to make it to our dinner reservation.
The Dunkel Restaurant was a disturbing and enlightening experience. You order in the entryway, and the menu is vague on details. The waitstaff are all blind. They lead you into the darkness where the restaurant is, it is Completely Dark. You cannot see ANYTHING. Here’s a picture:
Food is brought out in courses. We opted against the soup, so we had salad, main course, and dessert. The ingredients were odd flavor and texture combinations. I had chicken with almond sauce, Gnocci the size of human eyeballs, and for dessert; plum ice cream with raspberry sauce on a pancake. (Took a while for me to discover the pancake.) When you finish your meal, you are escorted out and you can view the list of what you just ate.
We stopped at the Babylon Theatre which was across the street from our hostel and saw a horrible movie. Made in 1968, it was called “Vampire des Lust” and billed as psychedelic and edgy. Boring is what it was. It’s about an exotic dancer who trips on LSD as she is getting laid and kills her lover. She gets off on it and does it two more times. The police show up and shoot her. Sorry I ruined the end of it for you, but I really am doing you a favor.
The buzz in town is that Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie just bought a place in this part of Berlin.