|The Berliner Dom, Protestants' reply to St. Peter's Basilica, and Berlin's TV tower.|
We took our first trip to Berlin over Thanksgiving, a flight to a real big city, where people jaywalk (yes, even Germans!) and buses employ their horns. After endless idyllic villages, I found the loud, gloomy city oddly comforting.
|Any construction-smitten little boy would find plenty of toys in construction-riddled Berlin.|
On the fourth Thursday in November, I wish we had been seated around a dining table with our families. I dreamt of a great turkey resting on a platter, its skin crispy and glistening. My mom's pecan pie, its rich layer of sugary sweetness topped with a pebbled roof of pecans.
But instead, since we couldn't teleport ourselves across the Atlantic, I instead hunted for an American Thanksgiving dinner. At least let me fool my taste buds.
|We took a tour of the Reichstag, the Berlin parliament building. It's free, but you must schedule ahead online. The dome emits sci-fi coolness at night.|
But where does one find Thanksgiving in Berlin?
If nothing else, you can count on Hard Rock Cafe to be predictable.
I wish they'd turn the dang music down. But perhaps that's all in the American ambience.
But alas. There was no pecan pie.