Cabbies don't have time to sit down for a meal when they're on duty. Or so I thought - until I met Fazil.
Food lover and fearless forager Sara Berg-Johnson recently ventured out on her second Montreal taxi adventure. Here's the story of her journey with Charles - a former barbershop owner who's driving a cab to put his kids through private school - along with a run-down of her first taste of Haitian food on Rue
It was the worst start of a taxi adventure so far in Berlin. I'd gone down the entire line of cabs waiting at the taxi stand in front of the Adlon Hotel near Brandenburg Gate. No driver wanted any part in my food quest.
How an intriguing email from a Berlin cab driver led to a dish called dead grandma, a near-perfect Vietnamese curry, beer leads, a Thai recommendation, cheap Indian food, and a life artist's observations on the changing nature of the city.
There is no lead, no quote, no way to dive into describing yesterday's taxi adventure in a way that would do justice to the man who led it.
When Yüko put on his black bowler hat, turned on the meter and headed west over the Oberbaum Brücke into Kreuzberg, I wasn't totally sure where he was taking me, but I knew we'd figure it out. And I had a feeling he might be the keeper of an interesting story...