My Highlight In Berlin

Talk about jumping over the chasm between country bumpkin and city chic, older and young generation, outsider and insider… one of the highlights of our trip to Berlin was attending a dinner (and dance) rave in an abandoned turn of the 20th century post office. I met with a friend last Thursday at a café in Hackescher Markt. He told me about this dinner and dance rave scene. No advertising. No public address. The restaurant/dance rave takes place in different abandoned buildings around the city. One telephone number to send a SMS for making your reservation. No one gets in without a reservation. Choice between two “menus”. Good wine. Excellent music. A private party as it were, whose existence is created by word of mouth. Sounded fun. So I asked the friends I was visiting whether they wanted to give it a try.

 

The entrance to the rave is here. This photo was taken hours before we went. 

 

This is the abandoned building where the rave was taking place. The dining hall was in the centre of this abandoned building. It was a huge salle over three stories high with a huge dome ceiling and stucco boarders. Beautifully decrepit. Filled tables, white tablecloths, only candlelight as lighting, and a hoard of very young waiters and waitresses serving the meal. The dinning guests were all very chic, young, dynamic, beautiful, brilliantly diverse in fashion. It was titillatingly bizarre. 

Much fun was had by us old folk. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was wearing running shoes and a fleece jacket (sorry, country bumpkin in a big city fashion deficit syndrome), I might have even stayed for the dancing. Next time. Apparently, after the dinner is served and the wine is consumed, they remove all the tables and start dancing until dawn. Now, what could be more marvellous? If anyone wants the telephone number… just send me an email.

(I tagged this as part of my Growing Up and Growing Old project)