Have your identification papers at the ready!
Berlin Bar is one particular hidden treasures, waiting patiently found by the masses. Decadently fitted out, Berlin Bar exudes the creative style and prowess that set Melbourne’s great cocktail bars apart. And the very best part is it’s really two bars in one!
The Berlin Bar transports you to into the heart of 1960’s Berlin; just follow the cobblestone alleyway up Corrs, slip through the red-oak door and up two flights of dimly lit stairs, after dark burlesque bar on the landing. Here you is going to be greeted by a locked iron cast door. Press the buzzer and wait – a staff member is going to be with you shortly to verify your credentials and lead you into the sophisticated West Berlin parlor, replete with white and brown leather upholstery.
If that’s to not your fancy then you might try sneaking over the border, through Checkpoint Charlie and into an East Berlin bunker.
Here you can sit by your own bit of the Berlin wall, where ammunition crates and even a tub – you read that right – replace the necessity for regular tables.
The bar is generously stocked with all the current usuals along with some very unusual imported drinks 호빠. There is a very personalized cocktail menu on offer, with a bunch of unique concoctions and, at $20 each, you’d expect nothing less. Beers, wines and spirits certainly are a touch on the expensive side, but its important to keep in mind this bar provides table service and only admits a somewhat few patrons at once. So at the very least that you don’t need to wait in line for a drink.
Although Berlin Bar includes a wide appeal to numerous, its pricing has a tendency to exclude younger crowd. Most Berliners are mid-20’s or later with only a hint of pompous sophistication.
As one last touch, suspended above the staircase entrance, a red-light sign reads “Ich bin ein Berliner,” President Kennedy’s infamous gaffe where he proclaimed himself to be always a jam doughnut, rather than citizen of Berlin. And who knows? With the alcoholic goodies on offer here, you too, might be speaking in tongues by the night’s end. Bookings essential.