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"Eight Past Eleven" at Hauptbahnhof, Berlin.
I ended up having dinner with Stefan and his wife Stina at "Paris-Moskau", a premier restaurant serving modern French and German cuisine. If you´re in the neighborhood (that is around Alt-Moabit 141) you can´t go wrong. And speaking of that, I almost didn´t find the place. I ended up walking and walking and walking. The surrounding neighborhood had me on "ready-to-run-for-my-life"-mode. Which is what really fascinates me about Berlin - no where else in the world can you be in the center of a capital and feel like someone just dropped you down in something out of a comic about the world, post apocalypse-style. Yikes!
Anyway, the food was brilliant and afterwards we decided to pay some cocktail place way out east that Stina had read about a visit. So away we went, via Hauptbahnhof (which by the way just happens to be the most beatiful train station in the world, nothing short of an architectural masterpiece I´ll tell you) as seen above.
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"Eight Past Eleven" at Hauptbahnhof, Berlin.
I ended up having dinner with Stefan and his wife Stina at "Paris-Moskau", a premier restaurant serving modern French and German cuisine. If you´re in the neighborhood (that is around Alt-Moabit 141) you can´t go wrong. And speaking of that, I almost didn´t find the place. I ended up walking and walking and walking. The surrounding neighborhood had me on "ready-to-run-for-my-life"-mode. Which is what really fascinates me about Berlin - no where else in the world can you be in the center of a capital and feel like someone just dropped you down in something out of a comic about the world, post apocalypse-style. Yikes!
Anyway, the food was brilliant and afterwards we decided to pay some cocktail place way out east that Stina had read about a visit. So away we went, via Hauptbahnhof (which by the way just happens to be the most beatiful train station in the world, nothing short of an architectural masterpiece I´ll tell you) as seen above.