Rote Harfe
Rote Harfe - Oranienstr. 13, Heinrichplatz, Kreuzberg (Sunday brunch 8.50 euros) http://www.roteharfe.de
Our very special guests
This Sunday we were in Kreuzberg with friends sitting at a roomy table with a Blick* onto fascinating Heinrichplatz. These past four weeks of sticky, hot, unrelenting weather combined with Germany's Fußballfieber**, have tried to melt us all into blobs of ineffectual TV-watching fiends and have finally approached their end. We celebrated, you could say, by eating our way through the Mediterranean-style brunch on offer at Rote Harfe.
Heidi's first round: beets, eggs scrambled with mushies, stuffed mushy, fruity pilaf, carrots, artichoke hearts, and olives (counterclockwise from 8, spiraling in) with a Milchkaffee and a plum spritzer
Delightful stuffed mushrooms (filled with spinach and basil leaves, topped with a cheesy crumble and smothered in a tasty red sauce), a vibrant couscous salad, and the battered and fried apple slices with cinnamon top my list of distractors from the 33C temps. That and the conversation at brunch, which is truly never boring, kept me from being reminded that another night of the ghostly presence of humidity would be my non-sleeping companion for another night running.
Another delightful shot of that stuffed mushroom treat, accompanied by a slice of watermelon and one of the potato-cheese-spinach Ballchen***
The other truly refreshing part of Rote Harfe's menu were the nectar Saftschorles****. Around our table we sampled a few: rhurbarb, mango, cherry, pear and plum. The Dublin contingent at the table daydreamed aloud about how they might export these German accomplishments to their 'home' city (brunch buffets and spritzers) but such dreams were dashed by the realities of Irish living: suffering long queues at the pub only to order a fruit drink seemed ridiculous in the cultural context, and the very idea of having something more than breakfast at breakfast (or indeed all day long) is perchance not a concept that could survive the immigration. Do correct me if I'm wrong here ladies. And bring on another cool night of thunderstorms, please! - Heidi
* view
** football fever
***little ball
*** spritzers
Our very special guests
This Sunday we were in Kreuzberg with friends sitting at a roomy table with a Blick* onto fascinating Heinrichplatz. These past four weeks of sticky, hot, unrelenting weather combined with Germany's Fußballfieber**, have tried to melt us all into blobs of ineffectual TV-watching fiends and have finally approached their end. We celebrated, you could say, by eating our way through the Mediterranean-style brunch on offer at Rote Harfe.
Heidi's first round: beets, eggs scrambled with mushies, stuffed mushy, fruity pilaf, carrots, artichoke hearts, and olives (counterclockwise from 8, spiraling in) with a Milchkaffee and a plum spritzer
Delightful stuffed mushrooms (filled with spinach and basil leaves, topped with a cheesy crumble and smothered in a tasty red sauce), a vibrant couscous salad, and the battered and fried apple slices with cinnamon top my list of distractors from the 33C temps. That and the conversation at brunch, which is truly never boring, kept me from being reminded that another night of the ghostly presence of humidity would be my non-sleeping companion for another night running.
Another delightful shot of that stuffed mushroom treat, accompanied by a slice of watermelon and one of the potato-cheese-spinach Ballchen***
The other truly refreshing part of Rote Harfe's menu were the nectar Saftschorles****. Around our table we sampled a few: rhurbarb, mango, cherry, pear and plum. The Dublin contingent at the table daydreamed aloud about how they might export these German accomplishments to their 'home' city (brunch buffets and spritzers) but such dreams were dashed by the realities of Irish living: suffering long queues at the pub only to order a fruit drink seemed ridiculous in the cultural context, and the very idea of having something more than breakfast at breakfast (or indeed all day long) is perchance not a concept that could survive the immigration. Do correct me if I'm wrong here ladies. And bring on another cool night of thunderstorms, please! - Heidi
* view
** football fever
***little ball
*** spritzers
posted by Berlin Brunching | 16:14
3 Comments:
I could not agree more with the sad truth of the impossibility of importing brunches to Irelandd. The low property prices in Berlin have the most unexpected knock-on effects, including cafés that can afford the snails-pace turnover that a civilised brunch brings in. Sigh.
I want a word for the tortilla espanola at the Rote Harfe too, please! It was lovely, and an unusual character in the traditional brunch cast.
I was also very fond of the tomatos stuffed with rice, nuts and raisins, and the fruit salad scored an awful lot higher than the last brunch fruit salad I had, all fluffy apples and woody oranges. Uck!
I like that place too!
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