Is a bottle of Sriracha hot sauce in the condiment section at a pasta restaurant a good sign?
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.
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...
If it hadn't been for David and Sandra, it's pretty unlikely that Thursday's taxi adventure would have ended at the restaurant that serves ekmek like they make it in the cabbie's home village near Konya, Turkey.
Recently I was trying to explain to someone that you don't have to speak the local language to go on a taxi adventure. On Tuesday, I actually put this idea to the test.
No matter how many taxi adventures I've done, I still get the same jitters as when I did it the first time. Here's some video of the lead-up, the approach, and my initial negotiations with Ergan, the driver of my latest adventure who's been a Berlin cabbie for seven years.
When one of my new German friends told me that he has a friend who’s spent the past year searching for the best döner kebab in Berlin, I had an idea: why not invite the kebab seeker on a taxi adventure and ask the cabbie to take us to *his* favorite spot for döner?