It was our last day in Berlin (and my last full day in Germany) so I had to get at least one great meal out of this whole trip. And I did, with lunch on top of the Reichstag. And also one of my worst meals of the trip...but more on that below.
So on Day 7, we continued our tour of some super touristy sites. Like Postdammer Platz, the Brandenburg Gate and of course, the Reichstag, the seat of German government. I had read an article in the NYTimes prior to departing to Europe, and one of the great pieces of advice that the writer gave was to have lunch on top of the Reichstag. Normally, you have to wait in a long line of tourists, which was pretty big considering the World Cup and all, but if you have reservations to the restaurant located on the top of the Reichstag, you get to take a separate elevator straight to the top, and that is exactly what we did.
So this was the fanciest restaurant I would eat in during my entire trip. Here's the group of us at our table.



I decided to order the stuffed chicken leg. While some people, like Rudy, were more adventureous. He ordered the stuffed pig's stomach. Here's my chicken leg. It was pretty good. Not the largest portion in the world, but that's what I like about Europe, everything in moderation.


And of course, to finish it all off, I had a slice of chocolate cake. Which was pretty good expect for the banana cream (I hate bananas). I just ate the cake.


For dinner, we all met up to view France v. Togo game. (I think that was it). They constructed a mini version of the Berlin Olympic Stadium just in front of the Reichstag for viewing the game on big screens. And all around were fields set up so people could play soccer. Along with balls from all the games that'd already been played. Unfortunately, it was a sponsored area. Meaning only paid sponsor were allowed to display anything and so our option for dinner was....


Ah well, I was off to Barcelona soon anyway, and looked foward to a foodie's paradise...
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