We were given a table between two service stations - not a happy place to be. So much noise from china, glasses and cutlery being cleared from adjacent tables. Don't put me there, near the toilets or the kitchen please. I'd rather be tied up in a dungeon and spanked. Allegedly there are many such places in Berlin! They moved us immediately when I complained. Starter: we both chose the same; plaice with spinach - tasted wonderful and looked beautiful too. My partner chose turbot - again, terrific! Fed up with German staples - schnitzel and sausage, I went for poussin, served imaginatively and practically on a pan of hot coals, the breasts were succulent but the legs still slightly bloody. Spinach, beetroot and cabbage but only mashed potato. Charming, attentive service.
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