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!
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.
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!
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