Chapter One.
In the very old days in Germany there have been much more basic inns as eateries than upscale restaurants. Always owned by families with pride in their tradition of basic, but high quality food. Names like, Zur Linde’ evoke wonderful memories. Todays Cuisines of the World are a clear advantage for us food lovers. But what happened to Zur Linde’ and the likes? Gone, Baby, gone.

Chapter Two.
The drastic old German Comic Fairy Tale from WILHELM BUSCH about WITWE BOLTE, who’s chicken got stolen by the nasty young boys MAX & MORITZ, is a treasure for itself and worth to check it out. So WITWE BOLTE since 1978 is a very traditional German Inn, specialised on Chicken and more. The place is in the outskirts of the center of West Berlin, Charlottenburg – with no reason for any tourist to go there. So very few go there.

Chapter Three.
It was for long on my list – but sometimes I’m very lazy. Yesterday I went to WITWE BOLTE and I can confirm: it is still a very traditional German Inn kind of eatery with a lovely older atmosphere – serviced by three young ladies: one very friendly, one okay-ish and one (at least yesterday for me) a bit rustic. The asparagus was for me a bit too German, i.e. just a bit but not fully al dente. The Hollandaise was good. But then: the BEST CHICKEN | EVER HAD ! EVER – EVER – EVER.

Chapter Four.
While paying my bill I chatted a bit with the okay-ish-friendly lady. She turned out to be the new owner having taking over this place two years ago and trying to manage a balance between the valuable heritage of this icon inn – and a modern touch you would expect from THE THREE YOUNG HOSTS. Wow. That is really a brave move! After the owner of BOTTEGA SEPPEL (see my Post) WonderWoman Two ?

Chapter Five.                                                                                                                                                         In German Inns a beer and a KORN (very typical German liquor with little taste but lots effect) belong together like Laurel & Hardy. But THE THREE LADY HOSTS didn’t have a KORN! What? So my crooked gait was not because I was a bit drunk – nope. It was because of my kind of one leg drinking of beer … without the balance of a Korn. So I hardly survived.