Frank W.
Yelp
I have eaten at Cafe Berlin at least twice, maybe thrice, over the past decade. I selected them because they are an easy walk from Union Station. I would visit again, not only because of proximity to transit.
I had the schnitzel. It was appropriately thin, expertly breaded, and fried golden. I had it with sauerkraut and cabbage, two side dishes that came in heaping quantities suitable for a table of four, which we were not. My college roommate and I also split the potato pancakes, which are difficult to do other than well. Now that I am considering it, I'd bet I've been to this venue more than I can recall in detail. At least one of those occasions was for dinner. I also imbibed. They have non alcoholic beer that is not bad at all, and perhaps it has a placebo effect, or at least it feels transgressive to have that flavor during the day. The decor has a dark look. They have a brick patio too.
Once, I was chatting with a friend of German ethnic origin -- for much of American history, the single most numerous ancestry represented, even greater than English -- about why German food is not more common. She thought about it, and her reply was insightful. What she said was German food has become American food, and it is everywhere, just not called German food; for example, Kasespatzle became mac and cheese. In any event, this presentation of the cuisine is more than satisfying.
The occasion was also a reunion. My college roommate, incidentally, has become famous. I only see him every few years. He is known for his fecundity. A sperm donor, he has at least 21 children at last count. But that is not the punchline to the story. He and one of the mothers became a couple, 12 years after their child was conceived.
So Cafe Berlin was a nice place for us to catch up.