Dear, dear Oberholz. You walk in and it's though you've stumbled into the intensive care ward of a mac store. Unplug someone and watch as their battery life drains away and the light dims in their eyes: hip euthanasia. These people cannot breath without a widget reminding them to inhale/exhale. You think I'm joking? I went in today for a cup of coffee and a slice of cake (both of which were delicious) and with no laptop I felt like a rabbi in a mosque.
Some inconsiderate swine from Pregnancy Hill (P'berg) had brought a child, yes a CHILD in, which dared let out a few cries (it probably didn't like the colour of its new Birkenstocks). Dirty looks instantly flew around the room like bullets. Bullets etched with the words: die in pain.
If you can't swallow the cyborg-chic cliental, you'll certainly be able to swallow the great hot food (chunky soups and piping hot gratanis) and their roast is definitely a cut above. If downstairs is full of battery chickens pecking at their screen, then there's more seating in the upstairs barn. Free wi-fi (obviously).
Where: Corner of Rosenthaler Str. and Tor Str, U-Bahn Rosenthaler Platz
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