Miro
Cafe-Restaurant-Miro, Niederbarnimstr. 25, Friedrichshain. Brunch €8.
It is the season for goodbye's it would seem. Last week it was a very special lady, Heidi. This week it is no less than two special ladies, Mary and Helen. I went with them and a few of their friends to one of their favourites, Miro in Friedrichshain.
OK, let me get the brunch criticism part of this out of the way first. As a place Miro is quite unique. This is the first brunch, and only the second place in Berlin that I have found where you can eat sitting cross-legged on the floor.... normally that would be fabulous for me but having stupidly worn a skirt that day it was a little awkward. Top tip: come wearing trousers and you will be in heaven.
As for the food, although I didn't really pig out the selection was quite large, scoring top marks in this brunch were definitely the scrambled eggs. Nice, soft and messy, they are perfect for the mildly hungover. The artichoke salad was also sharp and I loved the tiramisu. Scoring less well was their range of fried goodies. Let me start with the cheese. I am, like my mother before me, a cheese freak, and usually love Camembert, but guys, if you are going to serve it fried, make sure it comes hot and melty, not cold, solid and disappointing as it was. Likewise the veg: their range of fried veg would have been great, had it been hot. Invest in some hot plates and your brunch is going to be great, guys.
Heidi's American sensibilities always gave her a great sense for good and bad service. Being a mere European I cannot claim quite the same, but it is perhaps this that leads me to comment in this instance. The service was prompt, a complementary glass of orange juice was provided, all positive it would seem. Just one thing annoyed me, though. Although our table was a native speaker English table, the table was filled with German language scholars, with more than a sufficient command of the language as to manage bill payment in German. Still the waitress insisted on addressing us in English. So here it is, my personal plea to the waitstaff of Berlin: we may speak English among ourselves, but most of us do actually speak German. Many of us actually live here too, so don't make us feel like eternal strangers. Speak to us in German when we speak to you in German... we can hack it. The waitress' insistence here on speaking English put a damper on otherwise excellent service.
But really, it wasn't about any of this. For me it was about saying goodbye for now to two wonderful women... Walking round the Graefekiez, I still keep expecting to run into Mary and Helen. I can't believe you're gone ladies... come back soon. - Roisin
Excellent scrambled eggs!
It is the season for goodbye's it would seem. Last week it was a very special lady, Heidi. This week it is no less than two special ladies, Mary and Helen. I went with them and a few of their friends to one of their favourites, Miro in Friedrichshain.
OK, let me get the brunch criticism part of this out of the way first. As a place Miro is quite unique. This is the first brunch, and only the second place in Berlin that I have found where you can eat sitting cross-legged on the floor.... normally that would be fabulous for me but having stupidly worn a skirt that day it was a little awkward. Top tip: come wearing trousers and you will be in heaven.
As for the food, although I didn't really pig out the selection was quite large, scoring top marks in this brunch were definitely the scrambled eggs. Nice, soft and messy, they are perfect for the mildly hungover. The artichoke salad was also sharp and I loved the tiramisu. Scoring less well was their range of fried goodies. Let me start with the cheese. I am, like my mother before me, a cheese freak, and usually love Camembert, but guys, if you are going to serve it fried, make sure it comes hot and melty, not cold, solid and disappointing as it was. Likewise the veg: their range of fried veg would have been great, had it been hot. Invest in some hot plates and your brunch is going to be great, guys.
Heidi's American sensibilities always gave her a great sense for good and bad service. Being a mere European I cannot claim quite the same, but it is perhaps this that leads me to comment in this instance. The service was prompt, a complementary glass of orange juice was provided, all positive it would seem. Just one thing annoyed me, though. Although our table was a native speaker English table, the table was filled with German language scholars, with more than a sufficient command of the language as to manage bill payment in German. Still the waitress insisted on addressing us in English. So here it is, my personal plea to the waitstaff of Berlin: we may speak English among ourselves, but most of us do actually speak German. Many of us actually live here too, so don't make us feel like eternal strangers. Speak to us in German when we speak to you in German... we can hack it. The waitress' insistence here on speaking English put a damper on otherwise excellent service.
But really, it wasn't about any of this. For me it was about saying goodbye for now to two wonderful women... Walking round the Graefekiez, I still keep expecting to run into Mary and Helen. I can't believe you're gone ladies... come back soon. - Roisin
Excellent scrambled eggs!
posted by Berlin Brunching | 19:31
2 Comments:
Oh, you made me all weepy! I miss the Graefekiez too, and you as well!
hey, i have been googling the restaurant but it seems that it's not at the address you are quoting, i only get one in p'berg.. is it the same one? thx! (omnidrive@hotmail.com)
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