I was excited when I read about Coppersmith’s opening. But the more I read, the more wary I grew. Firstly, a restaurant should not advertise itself as ‘a foodie playground’; the community and critics should label it as such. And what of the fake food trucks fixed against the wall of the main dining room? We’ll get to that.
It has been a tiring search. Good coffee in Boston is hard to find, and I was feeling a little defeated. There are plenty of cafes that serve above-average bean, but the third wave coffee scene hasn’t quite infiltrated Boston yet. I haven’t see the passion or the innovation I saw in Berlin. Until now.
This day was lovely. The weather was delightful, the mood was calm, and the food was fantastic. Everyone was happy.
The entire family was great to us; thank you for abiding by our unconventional requests — you helped make this day perfect. Thank you also to the lovely owners of Chatfield Hollow Bed and Breakfast — your magical forest hideaway swept us off our feet.
For our closest family and friends, here is a photo gallery holding some of our special moments.
Summer in Berlin is finally here, and market season is well and truly upon us.
Never have I met a city with so many local food, farmers’ and flea markets. Each Berlin borough, along with an ever-prevalent green space, seems to hold its own colourful bazaar, whether community-run or organised by the city.
Some are cool, some are real, and each one has a distinct style and appeal. And, of course, the food is absolutely phenomenal.
We love them all, but here are some of our favourites.
Winter is finally over and the city is alive and green. The residents have emerged from their dark caves and now flood the city streets, beers and cigarettes in hand. Our days are spent drinking coffee in the sunshine, lunching in parks with friends, drinking beers by the river and taking lengthy walks in the widespread green space that covers Berlin. Continue reading
It makes me feel lazy. I’m sitting in a room with 15 other Internationals and I’m the only one limited to one language. They’re communicating with me in English, their third or fourth language, and I don’t even have the option to sift through several vocabularies looking for the right word to use; I’m limited to one and I feel like the laziest person in the world. Continue reading
Our trip to Munich turned out a little different to what we had originally planned. Instead of four seats on the train we only needed two. The news of their involuntary un-attendance came like a blow to the face. We were sad and they were sad; it was the worst of times. Nevertheless, Joe and I still had a wonderful time in Munich, even though only half the amount of steins and pretzels were consumed.