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Quick Tip: Cafe Especial

Ok, it’s already considered the best Mexican restaurant in Cologne, so it doesn’t need the press, but if you have a craving for decent Mexican, Cafe Especial near the Deutz Bahnhof fits the bill.

A nice Tequila list (great selection in German terms, nothing like Tommy’s Tequila in San Francisco), great guacamole, very good chili colorado and a better than average salsa were all in the mix last saturday, but the meal comes with a price – a hefty price.

A Chili Colorado burrito, which would cost 6 dollars in the States runs you over 10 euros. Herradura Tequila was over 7 a shot. The service was minimal and disorganized.

Still, it was a very passable Mexican joint by European standards and we will be back once our wallets recover from the shock.

Cafe Especial, Köln Deutz U-Bahn. Worth a trip.

Posted in Cologne Life, Food.


Maru: Köln’s Ramen-ya

In a previous life, it may have been a coffee shop since there was still a large espresso machine in the middle of the prep area and a tile coffee cup on in front of the stairs going down to the bathroom. Or maybe it was an Italian cafe, since the bathroom mirrors were still stenciled with the words “Buon Giorno”. Regardless of what it was, Maru is now Cologne’s first Ramen-ya, specializing in Ramen and Udon dishes, complimented with donburi (toppings over rice) and Japanese interpretations of Dim Sum.

We went in to Maru not sure what to expect – will it be another “asian fusion” restaurant that promise much but fail on most fronts? Will it be another corporate cafe that just caters to the wanna-bes? Well, it wasn’t anything like that: it was just a humble little shop where you could get a bowl of ramen soup, a little yakigyoza, and a nice bottle of soju.

Yep, soju. Maru has the 200ml bottles of Iichiko Soju, the Japanese Sake distillate which is a true pleasure to find, as well as a good selection of teas, dumplings and even Calpis/Calipco – Japan’s citrusy milk soda.

This evening, we went wild, starting with Jiao-zi (pork and ginger steamed dumplings), Zhen-Bao (buns filled with ground pork, shiitake, onions and ginger that tasted just like a Yoshinoya beef bowl – but in a good way), and Yakigyoza (pot-sticker dumplings) which were all made from scratch as we waited. These were so good, I even ordered some Ebi-Shumai (shrimp dumplings with carrot and ginger).

Following this was some of the most delicate Shoyu-ramen that we have ever had – roasted pork, green onions, mung beans and wakame in a perfectly balanced soy sauce broth.

All of this, five Reissdorf Kölsch (33cl bottles) and a whole bottle of soju (20cl) came to a whopping 47 Euros, placing Maru clearly into our normal selection of restaurants in Cologne.

Maru. Friesenplatz U-bahn. EC Cards and Cash.

Posted in Cologne Life, Food.


New Standards

I just don’t understand it anymore.

This afternoon, while quickly reading through a forum for English speaking ex-pats, someone made mention of a new set of pictures of prisoners being abused at the hands of the military in Iraq.

As I went through the responses, which all seemed to border on utter disgust at the way people were being treated, there were two that I just can’t process. In the first post, someone said “Hey, it’s not as bad as they treat the American POWs”. Another mentioned that they were “getting a taste of their own medicine”.

What saddens me is that Americans don’t strive to be great any more, just slightly better in comparison.

When did this happen?

When I was a child, we were taught to be the best. When I was in 8th grade and was lucky enough to participate in a school trip to London, we were told that we needed to be on our BEST behavior because we might be someone’s first contact with an American and we need to make sure that we set the right example as representatives of our country.

But now, look at us. We’re abusing and torturing people just because we can and out of some screwed up sense of retribution. Even worse, we justify horrible actions by saying that they weren’t as bad as what our people had received.

Where the hell is the honor in this? Where is the excellence? Where is the teacher going to all of these soldiers before they leave reminding them to be on their best behavior?

There are certain words that are binary and not able to be modified. True and False are the obvious ones – you cannot be more true or more false. It is a condition that you have – all things that are true are true – none are more or less true than the others.

In this vein, Right and Wrong are also words that cannot be modified. Either things are Right or Wrong – and things that are wrong are wrong. No justification or modification.

Iraqis beheading civilian truck drivers: Wrong.
Suicide Bombers killing innocents: Wrong.

Torture and Abuse of Prisoners by American and British Soldiers: Also Wrong.

You can’t say that abusing someone in your custody is less wrong than killing an innocent driver. Wrong is wrong. There are no levels or grades.

What do we teach the next generation before they take their first trip overseas?

** afterthought **

Janet brought up a point – lots of people argue around the idea that there are things that are conditionally “less wrong” – it could be “less wrong” to kill someone in self defence for example. Personally, I think that in cases that this, the decision was right – it was the right thing to do at that time.

But when is pretending to jack-off on a tied up prisoner, beating someone to a pulp while they are handcuffed to a table, or pretending to execute them just to make yourself feel better, avenge a hurt or killed comrade, or just get a laugh at someone else’s expense for the sheer hell of it EVER right?

America is on a slippery slope, and we are starting to judge things in the micro-scale instead of the global scale. This micro-scale allows someone to say that since beating a person in chains within an inch of his life is not as cruel as beheading an innocent person on video tape, that it is ok. That plays to the lowest denomenator: there will always be something worse, something crueler, something more terrifyingly horrible that we can compare anything against. But this scale serves to do nothing other than set the bar lower regarding what is tolerable in a normal society.

We need to return to looking at things on the global scale. It isn’t about if one thing is worse than another when both of these things are clearly wrong. It isn’t an acceptable justification, and should not be an acceptable justification to ANYONE to say that it’s ok for a soldier of a civilized society to remove an individual of his human rights just because that person is of the same race of the people he/she is fighting.

My opinion: zero tolerance.

Sorry, I don’t care the reason. Abuse a prisoner, 20 years in hard labor. You say your commander made you do it? I say that the Nuremburg trials proved that following orders is not a valid excuse.

It’s time for Americans to become the leaders in the hearts and the minds of the world again. It’s time to be better. It’s time to be great.

Posted in General Ramblings.


Munich Real Estate Agents

Ok, time to get off on a controlled rant here…

My wife and I made our decision to move out to Germany for work – not knowing a single person, or a single word of German, about two years ago. Since we knew we would be waiting for months for our property to arrive from the states, we decided that a furnished apartment would be best for us, and based on a mention in a Munich Found magazine I brought back from a business trip, we decided to go through Mr. Lodge.

At that time, we thought it was the best solution. They had a large selection of units, a well designed website, and they were willing to correspond with us in English. Mr. Lodge catered to expats, and that made us comfortable. Maybe a little too comfortable.

In the week leading up to our pre-move scouting trip (to find an apartment, file the appropriate paperwork) we were in constant contact with one of the principals of Mr. Lodge. We gave him a list of more than 10 apartments that we wanted to see. Only having 6 days to find and close the contract for an apartment, we scheduled an appointment to see these apartments the following morning. We were assured that we would be picked up and shown a number of places.

After flying in and getting a slight runaround trying to get in touch with our contact, we finally spoke with his colleague and was told that he was not in the office but was given his mobile phone number. We left a message on his handy and was contacted later that night. At that point, we were told that there was only one really good option still available. We asked for him to come up with a list of other options. He said that he could show us a unit that Monday. It was now Friday night. We left mid the next week. Our first, and at that point, only appointment was scheduled with only 72 hours after that to close all of our pre-move arrangements.

On Sunday, I tracked my contact down and he told me that we were set for Monday morning. Since it was pouring rain, I asked if he would, as confirmed earlier, be picking us up at the hotel. He said that there was no car available. Interesting, as when he arrived at the apartment (late), he was driving.

We liked the apartment, and feeling time pressure, moved forward with closing a contract. We paid the deposit and went through the handover. The handover was not conducted by my contact (he was “sick”) but by someone who spoke NO English, was late, and had no interest. She wrote on the form that everything was fine and got one key for the front door/apartment. The handover took less than 5 minutes. On leaving we requested DSL connectivity to be set up, and that Mr. Lodge leaves the second full set of keys, the mail key, the garage key and the location of the garage on the kitchen table. Why? Because when we moved from the states in two weeks, I would have a meeting at 9am the next morning. No second set of means my wife would be stuck inside without a way to get in, or I would be stuck if she went out.

We arrived at about 9pm on a Sunday. No second keys. No DSL. Nothing. Calls to my contact’s mobile phone were left unanswered. In a panic, I called (and woke up) my landlord who offered to come in early the next morning with a second set of keys. Luckily, he spoke English.

After that, I never talked to Mr. Lodge again. That is, until we decided to move to Cologne last month. My landlord, who I had never seen since that first day, and who I exchanged two or three emails with regarding a satellite installation, said that Mr. Lodge would do the handover back. I scheduled an appointment for the day we moved out.

That day was a nightmare. The movers horribly underestimated the amount of crap we had in the house (they said 14qm, it was 24 when packed), which meant that the 3 hour move out now took over 8 hours. We had to finish the cleaning of the apartment (I had already repainted and cleaned all of the landlord’s stuff), then drive up to Cologne because the movers were coming the following morning at 8am to unload everything at our new place. We didn’t have time to spare, yet the Mr. Lodge contact (not our original person from two years ago) didn’t show up. After 30 minutes of waiting, I called Mr. Lodge, furious. Our original contact showed up 45 minutes later and gave the apartment a clean bill of health, but noted two things: dry the window sills to prevent mold (the apartment was VERY prone to mold – not airing it out for more than a few days led to mold appearing in the corners), and clean the oven better (hell, it was in the same condition it was in when we got there years ago). We cleaned the sills and the oven to a condition better than when we moved in, and left for Cologne.

The move in document and the move out were exactly the same, except that the move out stated that we needed to clean the oven.

Our landlord came in two weeks later and was treated to mold (I warned Mr. Lodge) and some perceived minor damage. He did immediately refund half the deposit and said he was going to get a quote for additional cleaning and a few repairs, and then refund any additional monies back. I informed him that Mr. Lodge gave it a clean bill of health and told him to follow up, because if the move-out document stated no damage, he needs to take it up with his agent.

My complaint is not with my landlord. I am sure that within the next few days, I will get copies of the cleaning invoice and a further refund. My problem is with Mr. Lodge and their constant do-nothing attitude.

Posted in Munich Life, Scowls.


Pasta with Italian Sausage

A new recipe that is coming out very nice…

Sausage with Peppers

500 Grams of a ziti, penne or other open tube pasta

250 Grams fresh italian sausage (thin)
2 roasted peppers (red or yellow) in olive oil
1 large yellow onion
2 chilies
1 head fresh garlic
olive oil
black pepper
pesto (about three heaping tablespoons)
white wine
15 cherry tomatos (halved)

Put the sausage in a cold sauce pan over high heat until it starts to render fat. Add splash of white wine and cover. Flip when brown and add some thickly sliced onion. Add sliced peppers. Remove sausage and cut into small pieces, return to pan. Set pan to low heat. Add chilies, a little more white wine, the sliced fresh garlic and the pesto. Combine. Let simmer 5-10 minutes without stirring so the tomatos don’t break apart.

Toss with pasta and grated pecorino sardo.

Posted in Food.


Duck!

Wish I took a picture of dinner tonight…

The Duck…
2 Large Duck Breasts (Barbarie)

For the Duck…
2 large red chilies
1 mandarin orange (the juice of it)
1 roughly chopped head of fresh garlic
Olive oil (a couple of splashes)

The Salad…
1 head lollo rosso (ruby lettuce)
1 head frissee
2 discs of goat cheese
1 handful sliced almonds
3 mandarins (the juice from)
extra virgin olive oil
1 thinly sliced red onion
Balsamic Vinegar

The duck:
Score skin and rub some of the duck marinade mixture into the skin (should be about half of the mix).

Put it in a cold sautee pan and put it on high, skin side down. When it starts to render the fat, leave it on high for 5 minutes, then flip and reduce heat to medium and let it cook for another 10 minutes. When done, let rest and then slice thin.

For the salad, take the greens, the rest of the duck marinade and the goat cheese, toss.

Take the almonds and lightly toast them in a frying pan. Add to juice of orange. Add onions, olive oil and balsamic vinegar to mix. Combine and add to the salad. Toss.

Arrange salad on plate. Drizzle with two tablespoons of the rendered duck fat. Drape the sliced duck onto the salad. Serve.

Posted in Food.