We were confused right from the beginning. The giant awning outside this joint reads “Hello Berlin.” Now, we figure “hallo” is German for “hello,” but someone at the printing company must have really f’d up. Then we walked in and saw the crumby take-out counter and the smallish inside space–complete with picnic tables and umbrellas (inside?). To be honest, I haven’t really trusted those Germans since the whole ‘final solution’ thing, and their food generally puts the fear of god into me. (My ‘heil dinner!’ joke didn’t go over very well with the waitress.) Why would I want to eat veiny meat packed inside intestine? So I was convinced by my party to order the
626 10th Ave (bet. 44th & 45th St)
212/977-1944