Imagine a street festival where you can buy delicious food from different countries at every stall, everyone shows up in their hippest summer gear, there’s microbrewery beer and good wine but no mosquitoes and it happens every Thursday… too good to be true? Not at all! It’s the new Street Food Thursday at Markthalle Neun in Kreuzberg. I was there yesterday and enjoyed an insight into this year’s hipster summer fashion (cut-off jeans, men’s shirts and tousled hair) as well as a Kimchi beef taco from Fräulein Kimchi. Delicious.
You may also feel like Vietnamese pork sandwiches, Jamaican brown stew, a cheese and meat board, house-smoked fish or Thai papaya salad served on a banana leaf and I say go for it, grab a beer brewed in-house by Heidenpeters and let the summer season begin!
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PS. Nobody pays me to write this. It’s just great that people are putting all these things together and making the city an even more fun place to be.
Since the beginning of February, I have been taking part in a weekly poetry writing workshop, organized through The Reader Berlin. I don’t fancy myself as much of a poet, but not least since reading Christopher Johnson’s Microstyle: The Art of Writing Little, I think that poetic skills are very useful also in other writing situations, such as crafting snappy headlines. Every week, we read some poems that the participants have handed in (everyone gets to do two during the course), and discuss them. You read your own poem, but don’t take part in the discussion – that works quite well. I am enjoying the workshops a lot.
Here is the poem I have submitted for next Wednesday’s meeting …
Just a picture of tomatoes
This one is about simple pleasures. The pleasant and civilized feeling of grabbing a bite to eat after work on your way to a meeting, and that bite being a slice of fresh pizza made with good ingredients, served hot on a board, with a glass of red wine – for 4 Euros. Served in 5 Minutes. Good food IS possible, even in a hurry and on a Neukölln street corner. They have a few choices – one of them, to my absolute delight, is ‘nduja, the chilli-spiced soft pork sausage from Calabria. It sits on top of the rocket-covered pizza slices, like an orange-red devil’s egg. In the oven, the pork fat melts and the ‘nduja becomes a little chunky puddle of heat on top of your crispy steaming slice of dinner. Fantastic. Though I recommend beer with that.
There is ample place to sit at wooden tables, and in warm weather they open all the windows wide and serve you and your friends hot delicious pizza with your umpteenth beer of a summer evening.
What do you call walnut-sized amorphous pieces of soft yet solid something? Not chunks, as in bread. Not balls, because they aren’t. Clump sounds to heavy, so does clod (plus would you want to eat a clod? I certainly wouldn’t). Nearly a glob, though that would be too soft, like mashed potatoes, and you don’t spoon ‘nduja, you dig it out with your fingers…but I digress. Must be the wine.
Pizza a Pezzi, Weserstraße 208, 12047 Berlin-Neukölln.