They say a Sunday well spent brings a week of content, and I can wholeheartedly vouch for that little refrain. Above all in Berlin, where Sundays are just -- unparalleled. Even on a broken foot. This weekend was spent at Markthalle Neun, which is usually a midweek go-to for their sought-after Streetfood Thursdays. In many ways reminiscent of London's Borough Market, this fabulous market hall is a total haven for foodie folk like myself. Turns out, every third Sunday of the month, they also hold a reputed 'Breakfast Market', which actually runs all day (10:00-18:00) - so ideal if you're a late Sunday riser, too.
While still pretty packed, it was happily less crowded than a Streetfood Thursday, making hobbling around the place marginally(!) less problematic. One issue I did encounter though, and hadn't considered, was tryin' to strike decent photo compositions one-handed and one-footed; turns out DSLRs and crutches aren't a compatible combo after all. And the sneaky spontaneous shots I usually try to capture were far from subtle; think this kinda grace and you've got a pretty accurate idea.
Either way, I adamantly (and clumsily) managed to document a lil taster of the diverse food/bev spectacle that defines Markthalle, so y'all have some idea of what was on offer - vicariously tasting it all is the next best thing, right?
Having already had breakfast (we arrived around midday), the clammy 36 degree heat made thirst-quenching our first priority. Craving something green, I went for a wheatgrass number from Dresden in Kreuzberg, comprising of their signature wheatgrass and super fresh apple juice blend. Hannah opted for an apple and mint ice tea, which looked equally refreshing.
Suitably revivified, the next testing challenge was settling on something more filling - difficult for me at the best of times, as the most indecisive person, like, ever. All the more so with such a resplendent, lip-smackin' display of top quality sustenance.
After a lot - a lot - of deliberation and mind-changing, I eventually settled on the delectable-looking apple crumble offering which caught my eye within the first two seconds of arriving. Accompanied by the single most delightful handmade vanilla bean ice cream and dulce de leche sauce, it tasted even better than it looked. Which, as ya can see, says a lot.
We were later joined by lovely Spud, for an undersized but nonetheless top-notch iced coffee from the Kaffeebar stand. In sum, an afternoon of gastronomical glee at its finest; content doesn't quite cut it.
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