Meals for One: Berlin
I nailed the hotel breakfast - lots of fruit, lots of toast, no dubious mushrooms. The free buffet lunch on the other hand...
When presented with a little bit of everything, I like to try a little bit of everything. I keep spotting more things I’d like to try and before you know it I’ve got a plate where the ravioli and fried cauliflower is sitting next to the stollën and a dollop of yoghurt. As it was day one of the conference I’m attending, people want to network, so some guy sits down and introduces himself. He’s trying to talk business while I’m trying to make sure that the strange yellow pickle doesn’t get on the pineapple. I think I handled it pretty well, but then I got to the fruity drink I’d picked up. I tipped it back to take a gulp and nothing happened. Nothing happened because it was a dessert in a glass, not a drink. I sheepishly ate it with the same fork I’d used for all the other mismatched foods.
I didn’t chat to the other guy for very long, he was probably wondering who had let me out the crèche. Being a large escaped child, I made my getaway on a scooter. It’s a fun novelty in the very centre, but beyond there it’s pretty bumpy and there’s something rather conspicuous about an idiot tourist bouncing along a cobbled street lined with former soviet buildings, on a bright red scooter.
I also saw a Smart Car with a snowplow.
Das ende.
When presented with a little bit of everything, I like to try a little bit of everything. I keep spotting more things I’d like to try and before you know it I’ve got a plate where the ravioli and fried cauliflower is sitting next to the stollën and a dollop of yoghurt. As it was day one of the conference I’m attending, people want to network, so some guy sits down and introduces himself. He’s trying to talk business while I’m trying to make sure that the strange yellow pickle doesn’t get on the pineapple. I think I handled it pretty well, but then I got to the fruity drink I’d picked up. I tipped it back to take a gulp and nothing happened. Nothing happened because it was a dessert in a glass, not a drink. I sheepishly ate it with the same fork I’d used for all the other mismatched foods.
I didn’t chat to the other guy for very long, he was probably wondering who had let me out the crèche. Being a large escaped child, I made my getaway on a scooter. It’s a fun novelty in the very centre, but beyond there it’s pretty bumpy and there’s something rather conspicuous about an idiot tourist bouncing along a cobbled street lined with former soviet buildings, on a bright red scooter.
I also saw a Smart Car with a snowplow.
Das ende.