Zombie porn aside, it was in fact a very nice first day in Berlin. It was cold and rainy/snowy but I've gotten used to that, and am ducking into more stores and cafes to keep warm. After leaving Jess's gallery, I got on the U-Bahn (metro) and headed to the Mitte neighborhood where I got some lunch (cheese spetzle) and read my book. After that, I happened upon a whiskey store where, of course, I spent an hour or so talking with the owner: he has over 1200 bottles on sale and he practically walked me through all of them. In the end though I felt pretty terrible: I wasn't going to buy anything and schlep it home to NY with me, and Jess doesn't drink whiskey so I didn't buy anything. He was sort of annoyed, I could tell. Anyway, I dropped into a few more galleries, went by
this place (also pictured) to pick up some stuff for the house, and then went to dinner. I had a nice enough schnitzel (it was a "half portion" and roughly the size of a small surfboard) and was headed home when I walked by a bar playing a song I had just been listening to: Bon Iver's
Blood Bank. I stopped in and for the next two hours and was blown away by the bartender's song selection: some great stuff that I was already familiar with (Dan Auerbach, some obscure Radiohead tracks) and some great stuff I didn't know (Dead Confederate, The Wooden Birds), all on vinyl. It was the perfect, quiet way to end a day that had begun with, of all things, necrophilia.
Zombie porn aside, it was in fact a very nice first day in Berlin. It was cold and rainy/snowy but I've gotten used to that, and am ducking into more stores and cafes to keep warm. After leaving Jess's gallery, I got on the U-Bahn (metro) and headed to the Mitte neighborhood where I got some lunch (cheese spetzle) and read my book. After that, I happened upon a whiskey store where, of course, I spent an hour or so talking with the owner: he has over 1200 bottles on sale and he practically walked me through all of them. In the end though I felt pretty terrible: I wasn't going to buy anything and schlep it home to NY with me, and Jess doesn't drink whiskey so I didn't buy anything. He was sort of annoyed, I could tell. Anyway, I dropped into a few more galleries, went by this place (also pictured) to pick up some stuff for the house, and then went to dinner. I had a nice enough schnitzel (it was a "half portion" and roughly the size of a small surfboard) and was headed home when I walked by a bar playing a song I had just been listening to: Bon Iver's Blood Bank. I stopped in and for the next two hours and was blown away by the bartender's song selection: some great stuff that I was already familiar with (Dan Auerbach, some obscure Radiohead tracks) and some great stuff I didn't know (Dead Confederate, The Wooden Birds), all on vinyl. It was the perfect, quiet way to end a day that had begun with, of all things, necrophilia.
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