Orange Street Kreuzberg

Much too early – do you mean against three clock – I came home on Saturday, parked my car and asked me, if that actually should have been all. I believe, I went out of the house more often against three, come home as. The bed was not thinking, after all, I was also only around 18:00 stood…. I thought so.

oranienstrasse bar39

Now, in the Orange Street, not three hundred yards from my house is my regular bar, the Bar 39, in which I actually pass in review every Sunday at one or two or three mojitos and let the week where I chop the collected stories of the weekend in my laptop.

The bartender I've ever betimes shown photos of me and he invited me, I should urgently come times, so why not, the evening in the bar 39 round off…? Meanwhile, I know, however,, that he works there only on Friday and Saturday and Sunday, a colleague tends the bar. No matter. Also could make a good mojito and was only slightly surprised about me. Kreuzberg and Berlin in particular provide.

oranienstrasse berlin

Although I paid the ordered Mojito itself, but the vodka in between, were supposed to represent me and not even the strange red cocktail not the typical cocktail glass, was mixed me unasked. My question, what it was probably, he answered me “That you have but know. 4 Women and the favorite drink of Carrie” …okay, The name is clear, but I admit to have never seen Sex and the City, and thus also the Cosmopolitan me is not very common.

Vodka and Grenadine. Much Vodka and a little grenadine for color… Huuuh, I was so tipsy, I even took the offered cigarette promo and not only drank, but also smoked. Relief. I could still set a picture of me and the bartender, but he told me it “but not post on Facebook” ….Now I would think, my blog is not unique Facebook. aber es ist noch öffentlicher 🙂

Well shortly after four, I was one of the last guests and the bar 39 slowly made tight, I now thought slowly as, what to do. So I walked up the street toward Orange Cake, wo ich auf auf ein paar weitere Cocktails ein kehrte, to give this cake to 5 also made tight and I was once again at the thought, to go home or not….

oranienstrasse kreuzberg rosesI did not go, but wandered on the Orange Street high, um das Roses AKA “the trashy bar in the world” haunt and there to drink the Becks Lemon corner of the bar, so, I end up with real beer “Becks ohne Lemon” landed, that was there but not matter anyway, I noticed anyway not much.

So in the wonderful sunshine I came home on Saturday and I was surprised on Sunday, that I actually still managed, take out my contact lenses and abzuschminken me…

Okay, in the Orange Street can be excellent crash. The good, I can then fall straight to bed.

Bar Roses

That my ex-colleague Rik a connoisseur and delicious of the Berlin party scene is, I've already mentioned one or the other time. Many a tip from him we have already tried and mostly his tips were good.

This time has he given me tip, visit the Roses, if there is no good against six other times Location. The Roses since the trashy bar of curled – or at least very close.

Now the inclined Berlin stray wonders, may seem like a kitschy bar, as for example, the Kumpelnest 3000, that we have already visited….


Now the Roses can match this and it wins the kitsch-kitsch-as-can competition in my eyes. The Roses in is completely covered with plush burgundy. Everywhere hang tinsel and disco balls. The Internet, this bar is logical as “Location is a plushy quite kitschy gay bar with more medium-aged audience and sometimes bizarre and grotesque atmosphere“, than “Plush hell” and “Crash bar” referred.

Now, I think all of it can be signed. Although we have not crashed, but some others in the Roses.


For example, I was urged by a girl in a conversation during which they called for a response from me, what her boyfriend, who was also present to tell, would always blame her, yes she would only have sex with him.

Uh deny because obviously does not help, I suggested she, but the next time simply

And! Clear. To say. She would then not. In, it is me not matter.


Sheila also had a interesting conversation, that turned in the course of which about my shoes.

= Louboutin red sole or Deichmann or what?

Now you Gesprächsgegnüber could not do anything with the name Christian Louboutin but that does not matter. The fact is, that one actually comes quickly in this bar this week. Whether you like it or not.

Oh by the way, auf obigem Bild sieht man Sheila mit einem Glas Wasser 🙂 Selten aber am ende Einer Nacht mittlerweile bei uns Standart.

In daylight we left the bar with a target “Red Town Hall”.