While posting yesterday about plans and thoughts for 2011 I realised that there were a few posts that got away from me in 2010. Fellow bloggers will doubtless have a heap of drafts that for whatever reason don’t reach you pushing publish. For me it’s often that I just can’t quite do justice to a situation or simply that time passes and I have new posts in mind. I then months later kick myself for not persevering. So to save me any further self flagellation here’s a selection of 2010 highlights that for whatever reason got away.
Rosebud, 11 bis rue Delambre, Paris… We all have our view of Parisien waitrs whether from experience or stereotype. A quick round of Dirty Martini’s and Whisky Sours looked as if to reinforce the stereotype, until the nose came out! With the skill of a circus clown the nose went on. A round to be remembered and a bar which we will visit again and again.
Berlin was the scene of a Supperclub farewell to Meister, before heading off for Oz. Basically four days of lots of beer and meat with Captain English as our guide of the best of East and West. There was the odd Karaoke debut, which the written word just doesn’t do justice too, and I’m assured the video evidence will not see the light of day (or YouTube). My rendition of The Gambler, Meisters take on Wild Thing, English’s Edwin Collins are all safely held by Silvio (under threat of legal action). We may have to return to the Punk bar, the name of which was annihaliated by the whisky, for another performance. If just to hear Silvio sing Kylie again.
Schleusenkrug, Tiergarten, Berlin: If there is a better place to quench a thirst than a Berlin beer garden then I don’t know it. After hours of criss-crossing Berlin on a Fat Tire bike the Schleusenkrug offered everything you could want: beer and pretzel.
Just a few of those that got away…
As a wintry blizzard descended on Borough I headed down the stairs into Katzenjammers. To date my reference for Bier Kellers has been through the likes of the Bavarian Beerhouse on City Road which while a great night out has the feel of a theme night with traditional headgear for sale and Jagermeister shots touted round the tables.I found Captain English already well into a Paulaner Original Munchner Dunkel (5.0%), a dark rich starter and finding amusement in the precison of the reserved sign on a nearby table: “this table is reserved from 5.46”. Not to be accused of simply copying, which seems often to be the case, I opted for the Paulaner Hefe-Weissbier (5.5%), a step above the Weissbier that seems to be the latest trend. Having a barmaid on hand just as you drain the last drops certainly goes some way to ensure that the beer flows and inevitably thoughts turn to food. Having been on a near vegetarian diet for a number of weeks the baked Pretzel with sea salt while satisfying just wasn’t enough. Looking at the menu I could have easily sat for an hour salavating but in the interests of efficiency I opt for the sauerkraut, sausage and frites. Perefct to soak up the beer servings are well sized while not belt or wallet busting.
By 10pm a quick after work drink has turned into more of a mission of beer and sauerkraut. Debating whether to have another pint is futile and there reaches a point when a Cats Misery is inevitable. Yes you read correctly, Cats Misery. The literal translation of, yes you guessed correctly: Katzenjammers. Captain English (a former resident) tells me that this is in fact the German term for a hangover. The choice of name and the reserved sign leads me to think that I may have just witnessed an example of Germanic wit. The only question remaining as I make my way to street level is how miserable the cat will be in the morning.
Katzenjammers, The Hop Exchange, 24 Southwark St, Borough, SE1 1TY