the kindness of strangers
Our last night in Berlin we decided to take the advice of our pal, Patti Rockenwagner, and have dinner at Le Henne. It is a classic Berlin joint and has one thing on the menu — chicken. She told us it was the best chicken in the world. She also told us that when the wall was built it was put up right outside the window of this restaurant. Also, JFK evidently had dinner here right after his famous Ich ein Berliner speech.
Dave liked this beer a lot. He said it was smoooooth.
I loved the decor. The real deal. Can you see the cuckoo clock? Maybe that is the window.
But the very best part was our waitress. She was about my age, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that said G Star Raw. Short, cute red hair cut and a plain, open face. She asked us if we had come on an airplane. She said that they usually have a lot more tourist/customers (even though the place was packed!) Dave said jokingly that we were going to take the train to Copenhagen the next day but that who knows? maybe we would be back in Berlin in a week. At the end of our meal, Dave went outside to get a taxi and as I was about to leave, she took my arm and said kindly, “If you are back in Berlin next week, come back here and we will help you find a place to stay and something to eat.” Wow. I was so touched by her kindness.
