What I Ate in Berlin (and What I'd Skip)
It's easy to get Berlin wrong. I learned that the hard way on my first morning when I tried to order a "Milkshake" at a café on Kollwitzstraße, only to be handed a tiny cup of cold milk. The barista, with a smile, explained, "In Berlin, we don't do milkshakes. We do *Milchshake*—and it's not sweet." I was already a little lost, but I decided to let the city teach me, one bite at a time. My favorite spot so far is the legendary Kantine am Berghain, tucked away on the corner of Kollwitzstraße and Schleusenstraße. It's not a restaurant in the traditional sense—it's a communal kitchen run by the same crew behind the famous Berghain club. You walk in, grab a tray, and pick from the rotating daily menu. On my visit, I got the *Sauerbraten*—slow-cooked beef in a rich, tangy gravy—served with buttery mashed potatoes and roasted carrots. It cost €12.50, and the portions are huge. The place is open Tuesday through Sunday from 12 PM to 3 PM, so go early o...