Showing posts with label sarotti. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sarotti. Show all posts

Friday, August 5, 2011

For David

I go to Sarotti and decide to have a baked potato. Which comes, this being Berlin, in foil moulded in the shape of a swan.

Time passes.

The waiter comes, asks if he can remove the remains.  I assent.  He asks if it was good (Hat es geschmeckt?).  I say it was great.  I say: Wann kommt der nächste Schwann?

[Wagnerians will understand.  2C2E.]

Time passes.

The waiter heads outside bearing a baked potato on a plate, remarks in passing that here comes the next swan.

Saturday, July 28, 2007

ausgeschlossen again

Got locked out of the apartment again. Discovered strange fact about the neighbourhood.

For 49 euros (10% off for online booking) you can get a single room at chi-chi Sarotti with free Internet access, TV, radio, iron, all mod cons.

For 62 euros you can get a single room at Hotel Transit, a weirdly overpriced hostel in Hagelbergerstrasse: ambience that of a humane prison.

For a special 3-night August booking you can get a single at the very grand Riehmers Hotel in Yorckstrasse for 63 euros (normal price 98 euros).

The question I naturally ask myself is: is Sarotti moneylaundering?

(What happened: Sarotti was full (natürlich) so I got a single at the Transit for 40 euros by agreeing to be out by 8am.)