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Easter Saturday. And the sky looks promising. I’d thought I might linger under the duvet, after a very jolly night out with the irrepressible Paul GB and the lovely Birgit Simmler, sipping cocktails and devouring delicious vension at … where else? … my favourite Katz Orange in the Bergstrasse, but …
Easter Saturday. And the sky looks promising. I’d thought I might linger under the duvet, after a very jolly night out with the irrepressible Paul GB and the lovely Birgit Simmler, sipping cocktails and devouring delicious vension at … where else? … my favourite Katz Orange in the Bergstrasse, but …
Tinkle. Come on,
get up, it’s a lovely day for a walk and you need some shopping, and we’ve got
to arrange our train tickets to Magdeburg, and I’ve got the concert listings if
you want to go to something tomorrow…
An hour later, Paulie
(as opposed to Paul) turned up, and we started on the list. Train booked,
concert listings scanned in vain, sun now shining gently and welcomingly. Time
for the walk. At 12.30? Well, logical then that the walk should lead us to LUNCH.
Well, it just so
happened that, on our way back from the movie and meal in the Hackeschermarkt
the other day, we had passed an attractive looking restaurant. Kopps. It’s what?
Vegan? What’s that? Omigod, it’s not what Keith Michell went, and ended up
looking like a ghost?
I was assured that
Vegan would be to my tastes (Paulie knows about these things), so what better
for a sunny Saturday than to give it a go. Off we set: a nice 15-20 minute stroll
through Mitte and there we were. Lots of lovely little tables outside, but a
wee breeze and oh no! steps up to the interior and the food! I don’t do steps
with a plate of goodies in my hand, so indoors it had to be.
A nice table in
the window and the filtered sun, looking out on a pretty park, horse-drawn
buggies, expensive, parked motor bikes, and the occasional pedalling-person …
mmmm ..
Then: lunch. Kopps
charges a mere 12.50 for what they call brunch. It’s a buffet full of delicious
looking bits and pieces, hot and cold, and, if you didn’t know, you wouldn’t even
think of it being no-animal, no-dairy …
We hogged in. Iced
tea with orange and cranberry juice, instead of my usual cocktail. Delicious.
Soup. OK, this soup was a triumph. Carrot and ginger. And I don’t know what
else. Coconut milk, I suppose. Anyway it was a triumph. If they sell it by the
litre I will bring some home. Then all the little veggie-salady things. Yes I
went ‘cold’ rather than ‘hot’. All delicious: beans, lentils, mushrooms, celery
(what! no chick peas?), something tasty approximating cheese, something not-so-tasty made to look like sausage ... and, of course, it’s Spargel-saison, so
lovely lush, soft white asparagus, perfectly cooked. Then, for heaven’s sake:
pudding! I had the pureed apple (OK, baby food, but yummy) and – how did they
make it within the rules – chocolate mousse, which is way outside my repertoire
in the ‘real’ world …
We both enjoyed
our lunch enormously, and I am now largely convinced about ‘Vegan’. In spite of
Keith Michell. So were the nicely plumpish, healthy girls next us, who got a thorough 12.50s worth by
going back to the buffet five times … We
shall go back soon. Nice one, Kopps!
Kopps is situated
on the korner of Linienstrasse and Ackerstrasse. My Rewe supermarket is on
Ackerstrasse! So, we even shopped for my frig on the way home. Lots of
chickpeas, cucumber, avocado .. and I’m sorry Mr Vega, I can’t do with out my
chicken-liver pâté … and my smoked salmon .. there are limits, you know!
The energetic
Paulie got my groceries home, then zoomed off to the gym, while I sit here
listening to my new CD of the Quatuor Ebene, sipping a wee whisky and thinking
of that carrot soup. I can’t cook, but I wonder if I could try to make that…..
PS I think Keith was macro-biotic, so I'll probably be OK
PS I think Keith was macro-biotic, so I'll probably be OK
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