Kaplan, Müllerstraße 150

Hello Döner Fans. This is a somewhat emotional blogpost. A juncture has been reached in this game of life, and change is afoot. Yes, Dr Döner has left Berlin! Where he next sets foot is anyone’s guess, but rest assured he will be back sooner than you think. For wherever there are glistening logs of refuse meat being slowly rotated, there shall he be found. But enough of this melancholy! Let me share with you my experience of a kebab shop very close to my heart. It is fitting, in a way, that my last Berliner blogpost should be about the kebab shop where I have purchased the vast majority of my fare. The quick döner on the way out, the old reliable nibble on the way home from work, the faithful friend whose offerings have kept body and soul together on many occasions. A place where you can go at any time on any day, and know that you will get a decent kebab. Yes, we are back in Wedding. Allow me to introduce you to a Dr Döner favourite: Kaplan!

The good people of Wedding shuffle towards the bright lights of Kaplan Döner

Astute readers will remember that another Kaplan has already been reviewed on this blog, and for those who don’t I direct you to my riotous entry on Disco Döner (Schönhauser Allee 117). Some of you may even recall that Kaplan is Turkish for “tiger”. Wedding’s Kaplan is bigger, badder and better than the one on Schönhauser Allee, but does not provide any beats. Anyway, on my last evening in Berlin I took a trusty accomplice in tow and went to Kaplan one final time. Emotions were high. I ordered the meal that I have perhaps eaten the most in my time in Berlin: a dürüm with chili and garlic sauce, on a bed of lettuce, tomato and onion. I managed to place the order without succumbing to the waves of emotion that buffeted me from within. Those around me may still have detected a tremor in my voice. When our food was ready, my accomplice and I took our meals across the junction to the scenic square on Leopoldplatz to devour.

My last kebab, glistening in the setting sun

Ah, Wedding. All life is here. On Leopoldplatz you can watch the drunks swapping witty anecdotes while children play in among the jets of water that erupt from between the slabs. The old church looks down on the square, and motorists screech by, careering up and down Müllerstraße with gay abandon. In the setting sun of that summer’s night, I ate my kebab. As ever it was moist, flavoursome, filling, and delicious. What more can be said. Kaplan, you have served me well these past 3 years! Dr Döner will return one day to reap your bounty once more!

Kaplan is not too proud to rub shoulders with totobet.com and Netto Marken-Discount


Service: 4/5 (friendly and efficient)

Atmosphere: 3/5 (Leopoldplatz)

Price: 4/5 (well worth it)

Taste: 5/5 (delicious)

To Recap: What Have We Learned?

“kaplan” [kap-lan] (tiger)

Photography courtesy of Ms. A. Hunt

Readers’ Photos

Hold the phone, Dr Döner has gone international! Fans of the blog from places as far away as Oxford have been sending in images of themselves posing with kebabs, and my God why shouldn’t they! If there is one thing to be said about the döner, it is its ability to bring together people of all races and religions and unite them in their love for fast and greasy meals. Behold the joys of the döner in action:

Two fans pose with their ill-gotten gains outside Hassan's Oxford kebab van

Committed readers of this blog will recall my anecdote whereby, in Oxford, some charlatan of a kebab-man fried my salad before my very eyes. This crime was so egregious that I was left speechless. The trauma has meant that I am to this day unable to recall whether it was at Hassan’s kebab van that this occurred or not. It may well have been.

A lady balances her felafel while stepping aboard a moored punt

This is not really döner, but it was bought from a döner purveyor and thus demonstrates the diversity of fare that you can come across at your average UK kebab van. If you would like to be featured in a post like this then don’t forget to send in your own photos, Döner Fans!

Photography courtesy of Ms. G. Andrejeva