Jack Willberg
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Hidden at the back of a beautiful little courtyard, Kink Berlin is one of those rare places where everything starts with atmosphere. The façade is stunning, the kind that makes you slow down before entering. Inside, the welcome is as warm as it is professional — attentive without ever being heavy-handed. A cloakroom awaits, a small but always appreciated gesture.
Before being seated, we were guided to the bar — and what a bar. A hypnotic space, glowing with sculptural lights floating above your head. The cocktails were superb: thoughtful, balanced, with just the right creative twist.
Once at our table, the experience stayed true to its promise. The menu is sharp and seasonal, built around strong, well-executed ideas. The veal carpaccio was particularly remarkable — delicate, fresh, elevated by perfect seasoning.
But the true highlight was the octopus. Without exaggeration, one of the most tender and perfectly cooked I have ever tasted — a rare mastery.
The wine list is curated with intelligence, and the service throughout the evening was flawless: kind, relaxed, and precise.
A special mention also goes to the playlist — an elegant blend of old-school hip-hop, soul, and R&B — giving the whole place a uniquely warm and stylish energy.
If I had to offer two small reservations: the potato gratin with truffle, although technically perfect, lacked a little depth of flavour. And while the bread was excellent, €10 for it felt slightly excessive.
But these are minor details in what was, overall, an exceptional dining experience. Kink is not simply a restaurant — it’s a place of craft, of taste, of atmosphere. Expensive? Yes. Worth it? Absolutely.
Without a doubt, one of the most beautiful and memorable meals I’ve had in Berlin — and quite possibly beyond.