When I first arrived in Berlin on the first of May 1998 I was put up by my aunt in her beautiful, 130m2 apartment in Moabit. As I strolled around discovering the neighborhood I found an abundance of what I later dubbed “Schultheiss Kneipen” after the local brand of beer in West Berlin. These were bars where old men sat around listening to German “schlager” music, drinking “korn” and flirting with the equally aged bartenders...…

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Biking through Berlin in the spring is one of my favorite things about living in Europe. As a teenager I would not be caught dead on a bicycle but by the time I was in colleg …

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I must first start with a disclaimer. I am originally from New York City so I have a very specific idea of what constitutes the perfect pizza. That is not to say New York has …

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