After leaving the Brauhaus Mitte, we observed that darkness had fallen, and we could either go on visiting various pubs – or go back to our hotel to freshen up. A few of us had gotten up at four, so a slight fatigue was setting in. Well, our route took us through the lovely Nikolaivirtel, and I steered us into the Alt-Berliner Weißbierstuben, a lovingly restored old pub, to discuss the issue. Over a beer, obviously.
Most tables were laid for dinner, but we were offered seats in the bar. Lots of Old World charm here, dark polished wood and rooms which looked ver 19th century, though this was probably reconstructed from the rubble some time in the 1980s. Mature staff of both sexes, Jon got compliments for his excellent command of German and was almost adopted by a barmaid of the more motherly type. The beer? They probably had a list of Berliner Weisse variations, but I never saw any. Instead there was Schwartzbier from Berlin’s remaining macro brewery, their Märkischer Landmann. A superb beer, slightly sweet, lots of malt, tasting of nuts and cereals.
It gave us the courage to take the 15 minute walk back to the hotel.