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Bidra med feedbackDirty place, the tables,the floor,plates etc.. Fast service, very loud atmosphere, and our clothes were full of the smell of the kitchen, they should really invest on some stronger fans. The price was ok the food was tasty.
Doner Kebab on Wednesday night, the most beautiful bread I ever had, filled with fresh salad and delicious meat. Absolutely top notch :
I came last night to order a whole chicken and French fries. I don't speak very well German yet, but to say that I want a chicken and chips that I'm capable of. They made me pay about 8€ in the beginning. The request goes... to the guy who takes care of the chickens and he wanted to give one in half (on their price list is 4€ approx.). I say I wanted a whole thing and they pretended not to understand. They asked me for a supplement for the whole chicken. In the end I paid 13 € for a whole chicken with chips (almost twice as much). I tried to say mine in every way, but they didn't listen to me. The boy who was at the counter pretended not to understand. The boy of the chicken answered me, all right. This behavior is not good. My friend and I went to them from now on, never again. Thank you.
I've been to the area around rosenthaler platz atlest 9 times during my trips to Berlin thru the year's. Each time I start with dönner at this place. Sometimes with meat, but this time with halloumi. Every time it's super good and I feel at...home. Cheap and well worth a visit.
After a very enjoyable evening in the city of Berlin, two pals and myself decided to stop in at this establishment to get some food to finish off our evening. Upon entering the vicinity in question, we approached the counter to order food and asked for 2 margaritas and 1 Hawaiian Pizza. After a wait of around 10 minutes, during which we contemplated our sexuality and existence, we heard a shout from the other side of the bar. Despite our initial concern that a cat was being mutilated behind the counter for kebab meet, this guttural screech was, in fact, one of the waiters telling us that our food was ready. We all rose in unison, and made our way to the counter to pick up our nourishment, however a rather awkward predicament was about to occur. Placed on the counter were two margarita pizzas for my friends, however these were alongside the dreaded Pepperoni. Little did I know, this pizza was to put my life into jeopardy. This is how events unraveled: I very politely and humbly said to the waiter "I'm so sorry, Sir, I requested a Hawaiian, however, what I have before me is a pepperoni. Please, my good man, could you replace this meal laid before me." The situation very quickly escalated: The waiter started raging. ---His hands began to tremor, his greasy Jabba the Hut -esque fat face went scarlet and veins pulsated from his temples. "I'm sorry, good Sir, I just want some bolognese sir". This is when it happened. "If you want, we go downstairs and fight." Only attend if you enjoy fight club