reclaiming reibekuchen

My flatmate and I had a small bonding moment the other day when we realized that we had both shed tears at a small street-food stall on the Hermannplatz earlier this year: His boyfriend had just broken up with him over the phone, and as for me, I was having a teen-heartbreak pity party of my own that afternoon.

There’s nothing quite like crying while you’re eating, and if it’s a potato pancake the size of an entire plate, well, then that’s just perfect.