Posts Tagged ‘Berlin’
Tempelhof airport, Berlin. 1923-2008.
The birthplace of Lufthansa in 1926. The main building ordered by Albert Speer in 1934. One of the worlds 20 largest buildings. With the worlds smallest duty free shop.
A huge, deserted airport in the middle of the capital of Germany? I just had to go and feel the time stand still.
The images of the terminal building miss details such as waiting areas, the small duty free shop and other interior but can be seen here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:TempelhofInterior.jpg
Terminal building. Missing is the waiting area and duty free shop.
Left: From the roof toop, the hangar area.
Middle: Main entrance.
Right: Unfinished ballroom (if I recall correctly)
Check-in counters, right. Departures, straight ahead. Above, restaurant.
Left to right: Gymnasium built by Americans 1945. Boiling room. Terminal.
Burnt out bunkers for film storage.
I read the above on an outside poster of a supermarket. And no. I never said German was a beautiful and poetic language.
Regardless though Berlin serves me not only great Turkish lamb kebabs and superb chipotle burgers at Room 77 it also provides a brief stop in time at Würgeengel, a classic cocktail bar that instantly takes you back some 60 years. The atmosphere, the interior and the bartender with perfect manners and crisp white shirt serves among the best classic cocktails this side of earth. For 8 Euros.
Apparently according to our personal guides in the capital of Germany the name of the bar derives from a movie which name I have already forgotten. Anyone?
Until then, some visuals of the drinks enjoyed.
The little kiosk on the next block is still open. They didn’t carry any double cream. I went with condensed milk for my eggnog instead, in my drink app referred to as “healthy”. With half a bottle of bourbon in it? Ah well.
Meatballs, both traditional and those with chili and ginger has been made from scratch. As has mumma. Musically rounded off with some homemade Swedish cumbia music performed live at the dinner table as an alternative to the traditional dram songs.
Now some are playing chess on the floor. The result of an earlier gift exchange. Others are typing on keyboards.
The wooden floor is hard and the night still young in Berlin.