We found exactly what we were looking for on Schonhauser Allee. Curry Wurst places in Berlin are about like Pizza places in NYC. They are usually just small, brightly lit diners, they usually have a somewhat shady looking dude behind the counter, and they all claim to be the best in the city.
For the uninitiated, Curry Wurst is not actually curry flavored sausage, but a German bratwurst with curry sauce poured all over the top of it and generally served with fries. We ordered ours (Complete with over sized beer) and made our way to the back.
One of the more interesting things we observed both in the city in general, and in this establishment as a whole, was the popularity and legality of Texas Hold-Em poker. The restaurant advertised that it was a poker establishment, but all this really meant was that you were allowed to play in there and that they would provide you with the chips. So behind us was a a table of 5-6 German dudes, eating curry wurst, drinking giant beers, smoking and playing poker. It was sort of awesome.
It was definitely one of those moments where I wished the US didn't have such a giant stick up it's ass...and it seems as we head deeper into our economic mess, more and more states are relaxing their gambling guidelines. Though I do occasionally enjoy some poker, I'm not even much of a gambler. Never had the money to do it with any seriousness. But I'm generally against any puritanical law, and that one fits the bill.
Anyway, we finished up our meal and headed around town. We didn't have much luck locating the bars that had been suggested to us, and it was rapidly approaching midnight on our last night in Berlin. We decided to just find the first serviceable bar and grab a beverage. We found a quiet place off the beaten path and headed in...
Pollard's second solo album was much more consistent than his first, but of course the trade off came in terms of peaks. Not In My Airforce has too many tracks and many of them bad, but a few of them are amazing. Waved Out has few bad tracks (though Showbiz Opera Walrus might be the worst song he's ever done...and he's done a lot of bad songs)...but it is solid. But on the flipside, only Subspace Biographies (and to a lesser degree Whiskey Ships and the title track) manage to generate much excitement. This track doesn't display any of the embarrassing Pollard ticks, but again, it doesn't do much to thrill either.
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