Burgers in Berlin || Volta

A new feature on the blog today,

welcome to, 

Burgers in Berlin.

My boyfriend and i are burger lovers.

There's nothing better than finding a new burger place pop up and trying it.

Marking it on the mental burger scale. 

Arguing about how it measures up to The Bird or Burgermeister.

I'm going to be sharing some of my favourite places to eat burgers in Berlin,

i might even stretch it to my favourite places to eat,

period.

Today's burger eaterie....

Volta.

Tucked away on BrunnenStr,

it's easily accessible and pretty easy to find. 

A bonus for the location is the U8 stops right by it, 

the VoltaStr. stop, no less.

Easy!

Lots of space outside for plenty of bums on benches.

Everything is home made, and in season.

The menu isn't huge, but that's a definite plus.

My favourite places to eat have a small selection, 

meaning they can focus all of their attention on what they actually want to cook.

But, what we came for, the Volta Burger.

€12, with sides.

Can't argue with that.

They have hausgemachte iced tea,

it's so fresh,

but i have an issue with fresh mint.

This just tasted like toothpaste, not my bag really.

My boyfriend though, chugged down 2 glasses.

Some of the best beer in Berlin.

They get it from a local micro brewery.

I'm not sure if it's their brewery, or just a supplier,

but it doesn't matter really, not for beer this tasty.

Here she is, star of the show.

Just delicious.

The burger was really meaty,

the relish was a nice accompaniment,

and the chips are to die for. 

You get a giant onion ring, 

thank you.

The bun kind of falls apart, 

because it's a little twisted roll,

but it's better than an english muffin holding 250g of meat!!

Now remember, this is my opinion,

and not everyone will agree,

my boyfriend certainly doesn't!

I do not like the taste of beef.

I can't eat steak, it tastes...grey.

I have no other way to describe it.

I like burgers because it's ground up beef,

seasoned to shit,

and encased in bread, cheese, relish and lettuce.

Can't really taste the beef.

So that's how i'm scaling things. 

This burger, tasted too much like beef.

Not seasoned enough for me,

the surrounding relish and cheese didn't make up for it either.

So although i liked it, and the chips were FIT,

i won't be coming back to Volta specifically for their burger.

I'll go back, but i'll try something else.

The ambience of the place,

their ideals,

the freshness of their produce,

just gorgeous.

It felt like i was at a really hip, expensive, restaurant.

Well worth the money.

But because i don't like the taste of beef,

this burger is not a favourite of mine!

Still, i would 100% recommend it, 

because other people

[my boyfriend and his parents]

LOVED IT!

Let's talk....

It's not you, it's me.

I promise!

When i'm in the UK i don't have access to the 'good' [new] laptop,

or photoshop.

So i can't upload photos, nor can i edit.

Nightmare.

I know, i know.

It's the ultimate of all 1st world problems and i hate myself for complaining about it.

But, *breathes sigh of relief*, i'm back in Berlin now,

i have uploaded, and i have edited. 

I visited the Welsh Mountain Zoo in Rhos-on-Sea and there were so many

photos to go through i almost fell asleep.

I'm really not joking. 

I'll share a few select pictures of my trip to keep you going, 

and will return with dedicated posts that will be 

extremely picture heavy.

See you in the week :)

Sorry it's been so long!!

X

On being 'boring'.

Boring

Some things about me...

I don't drink.

I have social anxiety. 

I'm über self-conscious.

All of these factors lead people to think the same thing about me;

i am rude,

and i am a boring bore.

I am neither.

I come across as rude because of my chronic shyness.

I am that person who will say something ridiculous in answer to your simple question.

I search my brain for intelligent and humorous conversation.

My brain farts in return.

I come across as boring because i don't drink.

How?

Please, enlighten me.

How on earth does not drinking make me so boring?

I don't like to piss, yes literally piss, the small amount of money i have away.

[i prefer spending this on permanent scars on my body!]

I don't like to feel sick.

I don't like feeling dizzy.

But mainly....

i don't like the affect it has on people.

You must have been 'the sober one' at some point? 

You get where i'm coming from right?

I would rather go to a gig, enjoy it, and leave.

Return to my nice warm house,

change into some comfy pants,

and watch Ace Ventura.

Or listen to music.

Or edit some photos. 

Or draw.

Or write.

Or read.

I enjoy my life.

I don't call you out on your choices.

Don't call me out on mine.

Usually i sneak out of a social gathering, 

as not to make a fuss or draw attention to myself.

Tonight i was out and someone asked me what my plans were for the rest of the evening.

I told them straight, 

"i'm heading off in a minute, not staying long"

*cue the boos*

At this point i held my hands up and laughingly said,

"oooh i know, so boring!"

And although it seems ridiculous,

it felt so good.

My Roaring 20's

Welcome, welcome,

one and all!

Today i'm going to treat you to a few snapshots of some of my 

favourite places around my house.

Yes the turtle next to my bed is a night light.

Yes i sleep with teddies still.

Yes i use an old man's shopping trolley to actually put my shopping in.

[how else am i to get 8 litre bottles of water home?!]

Yes i have lace curtains,

and i LOVE them,

Yes there are dinosaurs dotted around.

Yes....

that is indeed a whole shelf of hot sauces.

And finally,

yes, i have a milk jug in the shape of a cow.

Haters gon' hate!

Lately....

Hey guys!

*waves*

I don't know what's been up with me lately 

in regards to blogging.

Maybe i'm just going through that phase i notice all bloggers seem to go through.

"what do i want to write about"

"who am i writing for"

"what kind of blogger am i?"

I think it's safe to say i'm not a beauty blogger. 

I mean,

i don't even wear make up 90% of the year,

i hardly qualify!

Food?

I take enough pictures of food.

No recipes though.

I can't be bothered with taking photos as i'm cooking.

Too much hassle, 

clearly i just want to eat.

Lifestyle?

I guess this one seems most relatable. 

I mainly talk about what's going on with me,

show you photo's of my dog or Berlin,

depending on where i am. 

I think i've been a little disheartened lately.

Having a lot of bad/down days.

Like i've mentioned before,

i have depression and various anxieties,

and sometimes i feel as though they all stack up on top of me,

weighing me down.

I'm not saying i wanted to kill myself or anything,

i could never do that,

but i didn't want to be anymore.

I don't know if that makes sense to anyone.

I had that feeling recently, 

had a big chat with my boyfriend about where my life is going etc.

because i felt like a waste of a person.

It helped clear my cluttered mind a little.

I decided that while we remain in Berlin i'm going to invest in myself.

That sounds really american therapisty doesn't it!?

I'm going to attend uni...

the university of life!

Ha.

Basically i am going to do everything that i have an interest in.

Being an artist, this is all creative stuff...

photography,

drawing, 

illustrating, 

writing, 

making zines. 

I'm hoping that somewhere along the way

[along the journey]

[lols]

anyway,

somewhere along the way i'll figure it out.

I'm hoping it will all be very organic.

A natural process.

I'm looking forward to figuring it out. 

Hopefully before i'm 30.

I have until 2016.

Eeep.

In other news....

i started watching Breaking Bad recently and OH MY GOD. 

Writing down all my theories for what i think is going to happen,

EXCITING!!

The heat here in Berlin has been unbearable.

Last weekend, in our living room, 29º.

Inside.

Outside was above 35º i'm told.

I wouldn't know.

I locked myself in the house for fear of the sun.

[i have way sensitive skin,

practically a ginger]

Oooh, angry rant imminent...

My parent's came for a visit in my blogging absence,

we bought a table and chairs for in front of our front window.

Yesterday my batshit crazy neighbour sat there.

Waved at the window like we were best buds and it was okay.

We are so not. It was not okay.

I went red ross with rage.

Last time my parents visited she told my mum i am horrible.

I never say hello.

She refuses my parcels because i never say thank you.

This is all lies.

I am so nice to her! Despite her rudeness!

Her and her husband have raging arguments at 3 in the morning.

He locks her out of the flat,

she pounds on the door.

I let her use my phone once to call the police.

No thanks or explanation when she'd sobered up.

She followed my boyfriend into the courtyard while he chained up his bike one night,

had a go at him for riding his bike too fast [??] 

in german, 

knowing full well he can't speak it.

I mean, 

i can't even.

So today i folded up our chairs.

I felt bad, but they infuriate me, my house is not a cafe for them!

How dare they sit in front of my open window SMOKING.

Asshats.

My recent project i've cooked up is a berlin guide.

Maybe in a zine format?

My own illustrated map of the city,

interesting points,

venues for gigs, 

good places to eat,

the transport system!

How to get from the airport to the city.

I'm really excited about it.

Lots of friends always ask me about it and i write pages of emails for them,

it'd be way easier to just send them a handy pocket zine no?

If anyone has ever been and has any interesting places they'd like to add,

let me know!!

^-^