Glutenfrei, Vego Hamburger?

A couple of weeks ago, Vicky and I went to Hamburg for a long weekend. It was a lot of fun. Hamburg is, after all, a party city. Check it out.

Obvs, we went to the Reeperbahn. You know all about that, I'm sure. A nod's a good as a wink to a blind bat, eh?

ominous clouds in the background, too

Another Riddle

The picture below was taken in Rome, not Berlin, but Vicky was eating a gluten-free meal and I was eating a delicious no-cheese, all-mushroom pizza, so it's still blog-relevant. 

While noshing, I was utterly bamboozled as to what the sign could possibly mean. So, I have on offer a carefully hand-selected collectible €1 coin to whomever can best explain it. 

Let's hope we get more than one entrant this time...

no prize if you guess 'stop the Euro going right'

small differences

it has the same number of syllables but I still can't help wondering how they sing the song:

"Können Sie mir sagen, wie man zu Sesamstrasse geht?"

Everything's coming up Mülhaus!

up Mülhauser Street

ice-cream season

Berlin has an ice-cream season! 

Strutting down the street yesterday, I very happily chanced across the following sign:

On 22 March the Ice-Cream Season starts! Also, you may be pampered from 1-7pm

As a keen aficionado of sweet dairy treats, this sign initially had me beaming. Soon after, however - may 5-6 steps further away - I had to stop and think about it a little bit more, finger to my lips. I've been eating ice-cream already. Out of Season. 

Fahrschule

Those of you who remember my cycling post about the courteousness of Berlin drivers may find your jaws dropping at the following advertisement, just as mine did:

Bogan Driving School

Yes, it would seem that Berlin has a driving school for bogans. Considering how few numbskulls are on the road doing boglaps in lowered HSVs, and how few sheepskin steering wheel covers I have seen, I don't think they have a very good pass rate.

Mmm... sacrilicious

yes, "Christburger Street"

This street sign made me smile but I didn't think to photograph it until Vicky called it sacrilicious. Christ, I love her.