La Entropista

I know I’m not supposed to write about Berlin because I don’t live there anymore, but I have to mention just one more thing: Michelle over at Master of the Obvious blogged about her meal at Lorenz Adlon and I have to comment on it. This was one of the first restaurant meals I had in Berlin, and one of the best meals I have ever had IN MY LIFE, and not just because of the endless succession of courses and the perfect wine pairings, but because of HELLO, the CHEESE CART.

it didn’t look like this

I have had some pretty damn fine meals in the past, most notably with the dude who took me to Lorenz (and subsequently gave my sorry ass the boot days later) cause how’s a cheap and broke grad student supposed to get her foodsnobby groove on but with brilliant and too-good-looking-for me people who share similar intrinsic values (minus religion, politics and sex) but with deeper and hard earned pocketbooks, but this one just has not been beaten. I now understand what it means to have something handed to you on a silver platter. And if that silver platter has AS MUCH UNPASTEURIZED CHEESE AS YOU WANT on it, god, well, I’m getting all teary-eyed just thinking about it.

These days, though, I would be quite content, dizzily happy really, if  I could share a meal with someone here. Room service wouldn’t be so bad either.