Zur Letzen Instanz

Where vegetables go to die...

Food

Service

Atmosphere

Meat.  Lots of it.  Germany seems to have a Festival of Meat - Ein Festivisch 
die Meaten as it is known, I believe, in the original German.  It runs 365 
days a year.  You cannot avoid it.  Stock up on greens before you enter the 
country. 

We turned up at the Zur Letzen Instanz, an eating house tucked down a warren of medieval streets in East Berlin.  Two claims to fame.   
One, it's the oldest pub/restaurant in Berlin. 
Two, Napoleon once ate here. 

History does not record what Napoleon ordered, but I can tell you with dead 
certainty: 
Meat. Lots of it. 

We perused the menu. 
Immediately we paused.  Pork knuckles. 
Pigs have knuckles? 
Rouladen. 
Sauerbraten. 
Veal schnitzel. 
Jagdwurst. 

Taking comfort from the bar and the knowledge we had scurvy-fighting oranges back at the hotel, we surrendered to the forces of the flesh. 
We ate lots of good German meat, washed down with lots of good German beer. 

I noticed a bust of Napoleon on display, apparently over his favourite seat. 
I saluted him with my beer stein as I realized why he went to Russia: for the 
vegetables.