The ladies in the kitchen at Sakorn have a secret, and it's not Pad Thai.
An informal food survey of the cabbies at the Helsingforser Strasse taxi stand in Berlin (Friedrichshain) in my (still) horrible German led to a solid round of things to eat. After following their leads from East to West, here's a round-up of what I tasted during my first few weeks in the German capital.
Steve has probably never listened to tango music - and he's probably never traveled to Buenos Aires. But the Berlin cab driver wears his melancholy on his sleeve as well as any Buenos Aires tanguero.