German booze? - Tiki Drinks and Food

B bigbrotiki Tiki Socialite Tiki Island, above the Silverlake Joined: Mar 25, 2002 Posts: 11621	B bigbrotiki Posted posted on Tue, Feb 15, 2005 12:17 PM Just found this post...when I am in Germany shooting, I usually stock a bottle of fine Grappa in the camera truck, for cold night exteriors, or as digestive after the heavy meat'n'potato lunch catering. It is available in infinite variety in Germany, and and I prefer it to the traditional Kirsch/plum/pair spirits. Amazingly, Grappa is so clean, you can get plastered on it and feel totally fine the next morning. I really have no fave German schnaps, of course there are many, varying from region to region. I overdid it with Apple Korn as a teenager, it being the traditional "easy" hard stuff at the Easter bonfire: Goes down like apple juice, and so you drink it like it. Then it hits you like a 2x4, and you fall over, but when you close your eyes, the spinning is too strong and you barf. After doing that a couple of times I layed off it. My grandmother was hooked on Underberg, using it's "medicinal" properties as excuse, those weird little brown paperwrapped bottles were lying around everywhere. I liked the smell, but the taste...talk about bitters. My best story is my Stroh Rum story (according to my info it is really just rum-flavoured pure alcohol): As a young lad of 19 I was living in Berlin to study art, it was the mid 70s, and I was a fan of the David Bowie/Lou Reed/Iggy Stooge triumvirate, of which some were regulars on the Berlin scene at the time. I was a card carrying member in the Iggy Pop fan club, which, complete with a punk B&W xerox zine, was "run" by my friend Harald in West Germany. He and his girlfriend were in town one weekend to meet Iggy, and I also had another friendly couple from Hamburg staying over at my Berlin basement flat. Somehow we all ended up at my place, and the only booze I had left was a BIG bottle of 160 proof Stroh. Iggy suckled that down rather fast, and to my amazement (I was unattached at the time) he proceeded to have sex with BOTH of my friends' girlfriends in my (the only) bed, while my pals and I just sort of hung out drunk in the kitchen. I really can't recall the reasoning behind this situation, other than that we were young and drunk and star-struck, but it left me with a shallow feeling towards rock stardom, (and the effects of Stroh Rum). There must be other ways to have fun, I remember thinking... Trader Woody, say high to the Kaisers at the Tabou Tiki and Mr Scholl at the Rum Trader from me. Try to get a copy of Lurker's "BERLIN- City in Space" city guide. Different than the Barcelona one, not as many bars, but go up the block from the Rum Trader into the Galerie Bremer Bar, it has been untouched since the 50s. And visit the Absinth Depot in Weinmeisterstr. 4 in Mitte, great selection.

Just found this post...when I am in Germany shooting, I usually stock a bottle of fine Grappa in the camera truck, for cold night exteriors, or as digestive after the heavy meat'n'potato lunch catering. It is available in infinite variety in Germany, and and I prefer it to the traditional Kirsch/plum/pair spirits. Amazingly, Grappa is so clean, you can get plastered on it and feel totally fine the next morning.
I really have no fave German schnaps, of course there are many, varying from region to region. I overdid it with Apple Korn as a teenager, it being the traditional "easy" hard stuff at the Easter bonfire: Goes down like apple juice, and so you drink it like it. Then it hits you like a 2x4, and you fall over, but when you close your eyes, the spinning is too strong and you barf. After doing that a couple of times I layed off it.

My grandmother was hooked on Underberg, using it's "medicinal" properties as excuse, those weird little brown paperwrapped bottles were lying around everywhere. I liked the smell, but the taste...talk about bitters.

My best story is my Stroh Rum story (according to my info it is really just rum-flavoured pure alcohol):
As a young lad of 19 I was living in Berlin to study art, it was the mid 70s, and I was a fan of the David Bowie/Lou Reed/Iggy Stooge triumvirate, of which some were regulars on the Berlin scene at the time. I was a card carrying member in the Iggy Pop fan club, which, complete with a punk B&W xerox zine, was "run" by my friend Harald in West Germany.

He and his girlfriend were in town one weekend to meet Iggy, and I also had another friendly couple from Hamburg staying over at my Berlin basement flat. Somehow we all ended up at my place, and the only booze I had left was a BIG bottle of 160 proof Stroh. Iggy suckled that down rather fast, and to my amazement (I was unattached at the time) he proceeded to have sex with BOTH of my friends' girlfriends in my (the only) bed, while my pals and I just sort of hung out drunk in the kitchen. I really can't recall the reasoning behind this situation, other than that we were young and drunk and star-struck, but it left me with a shallow feeling towards rock stardom, (and the effects of Stroh Rum). There must be other ways to have fun, I remember thinking...

Trader Woody, say high to the Kaisers at the Tabou Tiki and Mr Scholl at the Rum Trader from me. Try to get a copy of Lurker's "BERLIN- City in Space" city guide. Different than the Barcelona one, not as many bars, but go up the block from the Rum Trader into the Galerie Bremer Bar, it has been untouched since the 50s. And visit the Absinth Depot in Weinmeisterstr. 4 in Mitte, great selection.

Post #141304 by bigbrotiki on Tue, Feb 15, 2005 12:17 PM