Wursts (sausages) have replaced Prussia and the GDR as the omnipotent force – they actually stalk you. To escape their grip it's best to head for the kebab places, which act as a haven for people seeking non-traditional German fayre.
Kebabs in Berlin are of a far higher quality than the ones you get in England. Berliners don't just eat them after a boozy night out, they meet friends to sit down and chat over a Doner when they're stone cold sober. In fact Berlin is where the Doner was invented, by one of the many Turkish immigrants. And as it's sadly true that German food isn't exactly the greatest, I have to admit that the chicken kebab I had from the really friendly kebab restaurant across the road from the hostel was the tastiest thing I ate in Berlin.
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