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Gainsbourg Berlin Cocktail Bar
 It was a lousy monday evening and all I needed was a stiff drink. As I stumbled into Gainsbourg, the joint was packed.
Before I found my place at the very end of the bar I stumbled over a novelist fighting his incognito with a gorgeous lady and a big cigar. ( 2008 update: smoking ban will be enforced on July 1 2008.) I always thought he's gay, but in this city you never know. People call themselves Max in the morning and end up as Madeleine at night, or vice versa.
My first drink was a vodka martini with olives. I didn't had anything to eat the whole day, and you know, it's very bad to pour c2h5oh in an empty stomack, so I eat the olives first!
The Gainsbourg has a french background and subtitles itself " bar americain". So the barchef suggested a Manhattan.
There it was again, with my first sip I smelled the steaming asphalt of 5th Avenue after a summershower, the heavy perfume of an imported russian demimondain, hastyly smoked cigarettes... I could even hear the sirens of the Staten Island Ferry. A prefect drink.
Before I could realise that the boat isn't going today, because of big waves, suddenly this woman appeared next to me...Let's swing over to Long Island now.
Many Bartenders, Mixologists, say Long Island Ice(d) Tea is not a real drink, it's just a concoction out of a promiscuous compilation of second class alcohols. That might be true, but if the bartender finds the right composition of rum, gin, vodka, tequila, lemon juice and coke, this knock out drink will look and taste as virgin as a cup of tea in Prince Faisals reception Hall. ( Don't try to find out what's in HIS tea!)
The guy behind the bar realised exactly what I needed. Two innocent looking ice teas. Her name was Karin, very tall, even taller than me, with a very distinct political view, and the formula to stop all wars and myseries on this planet, and she was gorgeous...
( listen son, when you want to impress a woman, you have two options: If she's beautiful, admire her intelligence, if she's ugly, praise her beauty)
and her lips were leaving sentences like:
"In the west we live in a Socialism Of The Few. While some of the biggest companies do not pay one single cent tax, they are also subsidized with the money of millions of tax-payers... we need a revolution, tonight!."
Green eyes, red lips, high cheeks,long blond hair, and when she came back from the powderroom she had renewed her lipstick. - I was trapped. This temptation I couldn't resist, and after our third cup I invited her to take the Staten Island ferry all the way from Savignyplatz to my private Statue Of Freedom, big waves or not.
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After she dressed I had to drive her back to the bar.
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