June 2nd, 2010
Temporal Sluts was what it said on the poster outside the ladies room. It was a band flyer, but well describes our current state of mind and being. Above is the chandelier outside Cookies Cream, a hidden, secretish (how secret can you be with a write up in the NYT?) vegetarian restaurant in Mitte where Parmesan dumplings, soufflé and Grüner Veltliner were enjoyed by our New York visitors.
Then it was back to the West, to Schöneberg and the sand-floored bar Slummberland. “Temporal Sluts” on your right, Alfonso in the middle, gleefully waving penis on your left (poster boy of Billy Boy condoms).