Mount Everest (Clean Feet) Dinner, Saturday 11th June 2005Recently, I had the great good pleasure to be introduced to a lovely young waitress who also happened to be serving in a really good restaurant. To be honest, the waitress is not the reason why I am suggesting this venue although it would be a good enough reason for most men, but I am a very serious person (as you know) and I am returning there purely for the cooking. This place does a wonderful Nepalese kitchen with a hint of Afghan and Tibetan and it is really delicious, spicy and amazingly inexpensive. I cannot imagine anyone eating more than 20 Euros of food here and not have to crawl out on a wheelchair. The downside is that anyone who wants to come to this dinner has to come with clean feet because we will all be lounging around low tables on the floor, on Afghan carpets and big pillows in a special section of the restaurant. So be warned if you want to come - clean (or at least odourless) feet or else. No shoes are allowed where we will be eating.
The place is called Mount Everest at Eisenacherstrasse 54, 10823 Berlin. If you would like to read up a little about it, have a look at this review: www.berlinonline.de/essen-und-trinken/_bin/details.php/gastronomie/?id=4698
As the lounging area where we will be eating is rather small, the number of places is rather restricted, maybe around 10-12 persons only, so as usual, if you want to come (and you really should not miss this!), send me an email as soon as possible to email@example.com. After dinner, well, regrettably, the Havana Club is nearby so I guess some of us will get drunk there. Again. Shit. Oh well.
And as usual, the lucky people who make the list will get a confirmation email detailing where and when we will meet beforehand. This is a really nice venue and you should really try it as the food is unusual, tasty and really excellent value for money! This is the sort of place where you will bring your friends again and again, a bit like the Azerbaijan teahouse near Unter den Linden (but that is a different story).
How it went on the night
To be honest, I don't think anyone sneaked off for a doner kebab after dinner, not even me. The lounging area where we had dinner was a trifle small for all of us, but with a bit of synchronised breathing, nothing untoward happened. Some of us made it to the Havana Club afterwards, which, as usual, is a big mistake. Oh well...
Looking wistful Sleepyhead