Greeks in Berlin's Steglitz District

Kerry and I were lucky enough to live in an apartment in Berlin's Steglitz district for the last year and a half we were in Berlin. The apartment was on the top floor of a six story building, and it had an enormous balcony that ran the length of the dining and living rooms. Floor to ceiling picture windows separated the balcony from the interior. The view was decidedly urban European and we spent a lot of time on that balcony in good and bad weather.

The neighborhood itself provided us with nearly everything we needed in terms of the living off-post experience. An Italian restaurant just up the street had phenomenal tomato-based garlic soup. I've never tasted its equal in 30 years of searching. A wine shop, florist, pharmacy, and grocery store were all across the street from us. There was even a WienerWald down the street! A small restaurant that sold curry wurst to go was one of the shops on the ground floor of our apartment building. All of that made living on the economy ridiculously easy. But the neighborhood's best feature, in my estimation, was the Greek restaurant across the street. Everyone who worked there was a recent Greek immigrant, and their German was about as good as ours which made conversation possible and fun. The guy that ran the place was nearly my height - six and a half feet - so we often chatted about European and American basketball. On many evenings Kerry would send me to the restaurant for an order of "tzatziki und brot zu mitnehmen." While our bread was being warmed, tall Greek guy and I'd throw back a couple or three shots of whatever was open which was often a bottle of Ouzo. By the time I'd get back to the apartment I was usually feeling pretty good. We liked the place so much that we had our wedding reception dinner there. The food was great, we were treated like family, and, the exchange rate being what it was, the entire dinner for about eight of us, too much booze included, cost less than sixty bucks!

We were so charmed by our Greek restaurant experiences that we decided to spend two weeks on Crete for our honeymoon. That was a great decision, and for many reasons, we still remember and are inspired by the Greek slices of our three years in Europe. 

The Venetian Fortress in the harbor of Heraklion, Crete - May 1985

The Venetian Fortress in the harbor of Heraklion, Crete - May 1985