First off: everything I ate in Germany was scrumptious.
Two delicious Berlin restaurants here, I'll put the best one first. It's called
Schneeweiss, or Snow White, and is located in the Friedrichshain neighborhood (which was bumping with eating people) and offers flawless, traditional Alpine cuisine. I love wiener schnitzel, but I got the roasted pork, seen here. It's not as much the look but the perfect taste of it that made me fall in love. Eddie and Juergen got the lamb, and I deboed a few veggies from Eds, and they were so perfectly unaltered, plump and flavorful. It was as if God grew them from Her own belly and kissed them before placing them on the plate. The waiters were kind of laissez-faire about us, the atmosphere was pretty and modern, but the food was why I spent 20 hours curled up in a puddle of my own saliva, heavy on Valium in a shaky tiny plane. Please eat here. Your stomach will give you a high five.
Monsieur Vuong is a very popular Vietnamese restaurant where we were packed in like a tin of tourist sardines. We actually ate there because Vuong is my roommate's last name and I needed to get him a shirt and pics of his name in lights. These boozy drinks ruled, and the pho was really light and yet filling. I would definitely suggest a re-eat.
This is the victory column where Barack Obama spoke this July, in front of a crowd of 200,000. 
And this is where JFK gave one of his most famous speeches in Rathaus Schöneberg, down the street from where we were staying. 
First off: everything I ate in Germany was scrumptious. 
Monsieur Vuong is a very popular Vietnamese restaurant where we were packed in like a tin of tourist sardines. We actually ate there because Vuong is my roommate's last name and I needed to get him a shirt and pics of his name in lights. These boozy drinks ruled, and the pho was really light and yet filling. I would definitely suggest a re-eat.
I am a Leo, and every August I take a vacation and I get the hell out of town. This year, I'll be on holiday (as Eddie says) twice: New York this weekend, and London and Berlin the following Friday, for a week. This means that if you want to do wrong by me, wanna tongue an ex of mine in plain, public view, or talk a ton of trash about how lame I am, these will be the times to do so. Of course Miami, bro needs a break from the Miami-life. Miami, bro can, and will travel, and then tell you all about it. Just because, bro. Why the fuck not? I'll be Chilling in NY, bro and then Straight Chilling in London, bro, and finally, Fucking Chilling the Fuck Out in Berlin, bro. 
