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So. Berlin.
The hotel was bliss. Lovely big room, light and airy, tea and sherry in the lobby each afternoon, good breakfast, very nice staff. I got particularly fond of the barmaid, Mme Somethingfrenchsounding, who was far from professional but very charming. A shoehorn in the complementary basket was a new one, to me at least.
Also, the hotel was conveniently located right near buses and S-Bahn and Ku'damm.
We went all-out tourists for the occasion, including a 3-hour boat trip on Landwehrkanal and the Spree (which involved among other things a dinner served in the most sickly yellow light you can imagine. My Würstsalat looked like zombie puke). We also went to The Story of Berlin (not really worth the money), Brandenburger Tor (mostly by accident), the Zoo (wheeeeee), Bahnhof Zoo (where the husband got to loiter and pretend he was Christiane F.), Altes Museum (mummies!), the Pergamon Museum (amazing) and the museum in the former Stasi headquarters (which was absolutely brilliant).
And we saw Cirque de Soleil's show Dralion. Holy hell. That was incredible. It even cured me of much of my hatred for circus clowns.
( A few highlights, with photos )
I suppose I should mention the food, if only to satisfy my food-obsessed spouse. Near our hotel was the most brilliant restaurant on the planet, a South American one with the best veal I've ever tasted and a banana panna cotta which was to die for.
For our wedding dinner, we went to Ana e Bruno, where the food was, well, delicious. Which was to be expected. At least two of the wines tasted like poorly filtered piss and then turned to nectar when matched with their food courses, which was a bit of an eye-opener to a wine philistine such as myself. They did, however, quite overdo the gourmet restaurant thang. I don't really appreciate being led practically by my hand to the toilet or having my glass of water topped off by one of the three hovering waiters every time I take a sip. Still, it was very memorable and great fun. Bruno's big thing is apparently to hold a speech on the menu for each guest, but we missed that. I gather this was because he only speaks Italian and German, and our German isn't good enough for this treat.
The Berlin fastfood, the Currywürst, tasted just as good as Bruno's creations to me, though. But I'm a food barbarian.
Oh, and we tied the knot at the embassy, complete with Sekt and forgetting the camera in the taxi (but retrieving it moments later, thank dog).
Have I forgotten something? Probably lots.
The hotel was bliss. Lovely big room, light and airy, tea and sherry in the lobby each afternoon, good breakfast, very nice staff. I got particularly fond of the barmaid, Mme Somethingfrenchsounding, who was far from professional but very charming. A shoehorn in the complementary basket was a new one, to me at least.
Also, the hotel was conveniently located right near buses and S-Bahn and Ku'damm.
We went all-out tourists for the occasion, including a 3-hour boat trip on Landwehrkanal and the Spree (which involved among other things a dinner served in the most sickly yellow light you can imagine. My Würstsalat looked like zombie puke). We also went to The Story of Berlin (not really worth the money), Brandenburger Tor (mostly by accident), the Zoo (wheeeeee), Bahnhof Zoo (where the husband got to loiter and pretend he was Christiane F.), Altes Museum (mummies!), the Pergamon Museum (amazing) and the museum in the former Stasi headquarters (which was absolutely brilliant).
And we saw Cirque de Soleil's show Dralion. Holy hell. That was incredible. It even cured me of much of my hatred for circus clowns.
( A few highlights, with photos )
I suppose I should mention the food, if only to satisfy my food-obsessed spouse. Near our hotel was the most brilliant restaurant on the planet, a South American one with the best veal I've ever tasted and a banana panna cotta which was to die for.
For our wedding dinner, we went to Ana e Bruno, where the food was, well, delicious. Which was to be expected. At least two of the wines tasted like poorly filtered piss and then turned to nectar when matched with their food courses, which was a bit of an eye-opener to a wine philistine such as myself. They did, however, quite overdo the gourmet restaurant thang. I don't really appreciate being led practically by my hand to the toilet or having my glass of water topped off by one of the three hovering waiters every time I take a sip. Still, it was very memorable and great fun. Bruno's big thing is apparently to hold a speech on the menu for each guest, but we missed that. I gather this was because he only speaks Italian and German, and our German isn't good enough for this treat.
The Berlin fastfood, the Currywürst, tasted just as good as Bruno's creations to me, though. But I'm a food barbarian.
Oh, and we tied the knot at the embassy, complete with Sekt and forgetting the camera in the taxi (but retrieving it moments later, thank dog).
Have I forgotten something? Probably lots.
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