Noto - Berlin

I had dinner with my wife on Friday night because we were looking for something close to our hotel. Its a small place next to a busy street but food and wine selection were outstanding. Everything was top notch and we couldnt have asked for a better last day Berlin dinner experience. Maybe a bit expensive but the amazingly friendly service makes up for it! But be aware: they dont take credit cards

We visited the place as it was one of the best rated restaurants in the Mitte district where we were residing. We were not disappointed. The guy running the place greeted us warmly. After an excellent pre-dinner drink we sat down on an outside table. Menu choice is not vast (maybe 4-5 options for both starters and mains) but all the food was excellent and well presented. Highly recommended.

Our group of four picked Noto based on the excellent Tripadvisor reviews we were not disappointed. Food and service were excellent. I had Saltimbocca Cod, and others had the steak with white asparagus. I had duck breast salad as an appetizer. Every dish was excellent, with great flavors and sauces. Service was extremely friendly and attentive. This restaurant is a great dinner choice, but it is relatively small, so good idea to make reservations. Price is moderately high about 50 Euro per person for dinner, but well worth the cost.

Again on a trip through Berlin, this monster on possibilities. On the torstaße I was dismissed as kindly as well as in the fashionable To the Bone without reservation in Bandol sur mer. So why not go back to the noto? Owner Jost Reichert greeted me as usual friendly and relaxed and could offer me a nice table. We talked a little about the criticism of my first visit. This made the order messed up, which I only noticed at home on the basis of the bill. No leg break, there is a “repair” on the house during the next visit. How pleasantly uncomplicated. Later the shop was filled with very different guests. Berlin stop, but not exhausting here. The small menu (11 dishes including soup and cheese, from the only one (Swedish? Cooked in acceptable time, contains a few surprises that I immediately crashed: creamy sour wort soup (8€ sour wort soup with pancetta, kebel and estragon terrine of red bete and goat fresh cheese (9.5€ supplement: field salad and old Balsamico marinated fillet of apple boar (11.5€) Can't be really meckern, Berlin is (at least inexpensively not Stuttgart. Because on the one hand the next morning there was a business appointment, but on the other hand the heavy time of fasting stood before, I ordered glass-wise Sauvignon blanc (o.k. Green Veltliner (is and does not remain my wine, substitute Riesling (double holds better and why not?) a Riesling selection instead of dessert. At the beginning there were two successful, fluffy bread varieties, one of yeast and one of sourdough. And in addition, the phenomenal lemony dip, who inspired me like the first visit. Schleck! In addition, a Rosé Vermut of Belsazar (8,5€ appetite). Once before a conclusion on the dishes: I was very pleased with all the plates that the respective main actors were very clearly working out. All products were precise and the supplements were good. Nevertheless, one does not shy strong aromas without crossing the boundaries of at least my taste. That's salty, that's bitter, that's mad. But not “to”. Great compliment. In the noto a clear line is driven and that is also good. Sauerkraut in soup still a little bit fetzig but no long, hard strips. She seemed to be bound with potato. I couldn't make cream, maybe the “creamy” was meant in the transmitted sense. There were plenty of baked pancetta cubes scattered and Kerbel and Estragon laid a little strange on the branch. Well, even the man is: Become the leaves to be tapped with the fingers and then sucked away. The tastes and aromas developed clearly: first the acid, then the herbs, finally the saltiness. I liked it. For the powerful piece of terrine, softly boiled red prayers and the surprisingly creamy goat fresh cheese were imaginatively layered. It looked harder than it tasted. In addition, the fantastic hazelnut crust was more than expected as the best Nougatkrokant. Very well suited to the earthiness of the bone, only the cheese weakened tastefully something. Almost perfect. The more concise the field salad with old balsamico. Not always. Exciting the cold pork cut into thicker slices, which, by scare ash, brought slightly bitter notes that competed with the strong mint. Later, slightly sharp notes emerged. Here too, “only” almost everything right, because the crisp Granny Smith did not have enough acidity to resist. With the crispy, fully present filets from the Müritz Forelle, it is above all to criticize that I can no longer find a photo! Otherwise not much with this amazing rustic plate. The bloodworst potato dumps seemed to me rather fried frikadelle, rather than baked croquet, but nothing changed to the wonderful spiciness of the mass. Very “hearted” also the glazed chicorée sweetness and bitterness are completely equal to the attention of my taste pawls. Only the Béarnaise was a bit generously portioned and more likely to cover the fish. But it was possible to correct this with hearty knife swing (Obacht on the side table! The trout caviar is tastefully irrelevant, but a colour-like effect. Wonderful conclusion; to my decision at the roulette restaurant I could only congratulate myself, what remains? Of course the noto as a safe bank if it does not have to be one of the constantly new culinary addresses in the capital.

Again on a trip through Berlin, this monster on possibilities. On the torstaße I was dismissed as kindly as well as in the fashionable To the Bone without reservation in Bandol sur mer. So why not go back to the noto? Owner Jost Reichert greeted me as usual friendly and relaxed and could offer me a nice table. We talked a little about the criticism of my first visit. This made the order messed up, which I only noticed at home on the basis of the bill. No leg break, there is a “repair” on the house during the next visit. How pleasantly uncomplicated. Later the shop was filled with very different guests. Berlin stop, but not exhausting here. The small menu (11 dishes including soup and cheese, from the only one (Swedish? Cooked in acceptable time, contains a few surprises that I immediately crashed: creamy sour wort soup (8€ sour wort soup with pancetta, kebel and estragon terrine of red bete and goat fresh cheese (9.5€ supplement: field salad and old Balsamico marinated fillet of apple boar (11.5€) Can't be really meckern, Berlin is (at least inexpensively not Stuttgart. Because on the one hand the next morning there was a business appointment, but on the other hand the heavy time of fasting stood before, I ordered glass-wise Sauvignon blanc (o.k. Green Veltliner (is and does not remain my wine, substitute Riesling (double holds better and why not?) a Riesling selection instead of dessert. At the beginning there were two successful, fluffy bread varieties, one of yeast and one of sourdough. And in addition, the phenomenal lemony dip, who inspired me like the first visit. Schleck! In addition, a Rosé Vermut of Belsazar (8,5€ appetite). Once before a conclusion on the dishes: I was very pleased with all the plates that the respective main actors were very clearly working out. All products were precise and the supplements were good. Nevertheless, one does not shy strong aromas without crossing the boundaries of at least my taste. That's salty, that's bitter, that's mad. But not “to”. Great compliment. In the noto a clear line is driven and that is also good. Sauerkraut in soup still a little bit fetzig but no long, hard strips. She seemed to be bound with potato. I couldn't make cream, maybe the “creamy” was meant in the transmitted sense. There were plenty of baked pancetta cubes scattered and Kerbel and Estragon laid a little strange on the branch. Well, even the man is: Become the leaves to be tapped with the fingers and then sucked away. The tastes and aromas developed clearly: first the acid, then the herbs, finally the saltiness. I liked it. For the powerful piece of terrine, softly boiled red prayers and the surprisingly creamy goat fresh cheese were imaginatively layered. It looked harder than it tasted. In addition, the fantastic hazelnut crust was more than expected as the best Nougatkrokant. Very well suited to the earthiness of the bone, only the cheese weakened tastefully something. Almost perfect. The more concise the field salad with old balsamico. Not always. Exciting the cold pork cut into thicker slices, which, by scare ash, brought slightly bitter notes that competed with the strong mint. Later, slightly sharp notes emerged. Here too, “only” almost everything right, because the crisp Granny Smith did not have enough acidity to resist. With the crispy, fully present filets from the Müritz Forelle, it is above all to criticize that I can no longer find a photo! Otherwise not much with this amazing rustic plate. The bloodworst potato dumps seemed to me rather fried frikadelle, rather than baked croquet, but nothing changed to the wonderful spiciness of the mass. Very “hearted” also the glazed chicorée sweetness and bitterness are completely equal to the attention of my taste pawls. Only the Béarnaise was a bit generously portioned and more likely to cover the fish. But it was possible to correct this with hearty knife swing (Obacht on the side table! The trout caviar is tastefully irrelevant, but a colour-like effect. Wonderful conclusion; to my decision at the roulette restaurant I could only congratulate myself, what remains? Of course the noto as a safe bank if it does not have to be one of the constantly new culinary addresses in the capital.