Osmans Toechter from Berlin

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

An dinner of incredibly tasty small plates, great variety and choices, bursting with flavour, reasonably priced, excellent service, a loud happy restaurant. Reservations recommended.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

With eleven people we arrived at the daughters of osman on a Monday evening. the idea came from a school group facing the oriental cultural circle, who wanted to eat once with their teachers during our class trip. the reservation of a table, therefore, I left my hesitate and was curious what they would probably choose. Of course, they secured themselves in the forefront at the “Gastroguide” of their trust, which was also their class teacher and then lied to the restaurant specialized in meze in the pappelallee P mountain. my good experiences that I was able to collect with my gattin in the summer of 2018, I let myself be involved in the decision-making process in a discreet way and so this spontaneous culinary excursion point came to an exciting day in the capital. especially the visit of the former Stasi prison in Hochschönhausen including guided tour through a formerly imprisoned contemporary had impressed the youthful. but also the subsequent experience “Federal Day”, which consisted of a more or less short-term information presentation on the visitors' corridors of the plenarsaal as well as a short detour to the glass dome and roof terrace of the rich day building, still worked on the students. our table was located on the not uncomfortable outside terrace – prenzlauer indoor farm arm included. at the later hour it became sensitively cool here, which did not disturb our multi-cultural truppet, however, because one cuddled into the rich cover. the guests at the neighbors got something to hear this evening. but if you are oriental, then you will be with everyone. our eight-headed horde of 15/16-year-olds enjoyed this group experience and sometimes brought this to the expressive. orient meets okzident – in berlin seemingly the most normal thing of the world. in each curstadt we would have been expelled after 5 minutes of the house, as it was quite turbulent to go on the table. the service, which initially was still quite cool, lost something “contenance” with increasing duration of the “organization” and reacted in some situations rather clumsy. that in such a large group of growing up a glass Afri-Cola is ordered too much or inadvertently, should not really fall into weight in a final bill of over 300 euro. you have to act sovereign, dear sons and daughters of the Ottoman food teaching. also the fact that the young servicenovize explained to me shortly before the bill, how much drinking money would be expected percentagely, did not come to me yet. not everyone in the beginning should believe that he also has to do it with a beginner. Moreover, his advice regarding the number of mezes to be ordered was little helpful. in the round we ordered a lot too much by its recommendation, because the portions intended for sharing were as veritable sattmacher. no matter, despite the adverse service circumstances, it became a really nice evening, which in the cruising of the colleagues – the fourth collegiate in the federal arrived after supernatant corona infection only a few hours before in berlin – with a bottle sauvignon blanc reserve 32 euro from the pfalz of the weingut bietighöfer mühlhofen correspondingly was cast. ä bissel palz always goes! beside this delicious droplets, Afri-Cola 0.2l for 3 euro, ayran 0.4l for 4.80 euro, filtered and sprinkled water 0.75l for 4.50 euro, lillet wildberry 0.2l for 8.50 euro, homemade forest beer mango or Strawberry Min-Limo 0.5l for each 6,50 euro as well as a bright yeast white of maiden’s from the bottle 0.5l for 4,80 euro for sufficiently liquid argument on the table. the laminated card was shown in comparison to the offer four years ago little to no change at all. on the front was the complete selection of meze divided into the rubrics “cold” and “warm”. on the back was written the drink program. the prices were carefully adjusted. for example, the Turkish ceviche from the wolfsbarsch, for which we at the time were still falling 8,90 euro, now cost 10,50 euro. even with the others there were no really undamaged increases. we ordered a lot. besides the above mentioned ceviche from the wolfsbarsch, the lammspieß 17.50 euro, called “Kebap in the House”, was ordered all four times. The homemade Turkish tortellini “Manti”/11,50 euro could be twice. the „Mercimek Köftesi“ lens balls“/7,50 euro even in five times. the “Osmanin Kebabi”, the grilled chop meatball 13,50 euro was also awarded twice. filled wee leaves 7,50 euro, hummus 7,50 euro, fennel salat 8,50 euro and vegetables 12,50 euro were also on our long Meze list. also a sharp paprika paste “Acili”/7,50 euro and a few crispy fried sardelle “Hamsi”/10 euro were with the partie. the long plaque and the associated, quite wide distance to some of my table-glossists made it difficult to photograph the same insignificant, so I did not get all the dishes of the evening. especially the lively exchange over the various dishes has remained in my best memory this evening. I sat beside a schoolgirl with Turkish roots, who had taken up a young lady from Kurdistan in turn. many of them knew the offered food from their own parental house, but they had never eaten in a restaurant. compare between the authentic mother kitchen from home and the somewhat more modern gastro versions at osman's daughters offered themselves tell. I was suddenly the learner at the table and did not feel bad about it, with how much culinary knowledge the girls were equipped. from all the cold and warm tasty, which now gradually populated our table, the creamy and spicy hummus is highlighted. hummus painted on the still slightly warm fladenbrot, a simple but tasteful start, whose fine garlic note well harmonized with the cumin. fladenbrot why this tasty chickpeas sesame painting is also called “Nutella des Orients”, was quickly clear. the luck can be slept on brot even without the massive use of sugar and palm oil. my colleague was delighted at the stuffed wein leaves, where cinnamon, mint and piment caused aromatic moments on the teller. the paprika paste was something to tame to me personally. I would have liked more mut to be sharp. acili the manti filled with bark chopped meat tasted just like four years ago, namely really good! my highlight: the manti I touched her with the graceful hood of garlic yogurt, which had been refined with liquid pictorial butter and an oriental spicy mix. a delicious dish, which was also gouted by my Turkish applicant with swell. the lens balls formed from red lenses, bulguhr, lynny, minze and petersilie remained rather inconspicuous taste. Lensballs the seemed to succeed much better in the narrative after the parental herd in wörth. really disappointed was my colleague of his lamb-spoke, who was much more appealing to the students. he judged his meat quality as quite modest and was not really d’accord even with the completely dead-grilled. desperately he tried to divide the ding into mouth-right pieces, which only succeeded moderately. the homemade Lavash-Brot and the delicate garlic-Petersilien-Pesto could not bring back the “Kebap” of taste. the sad lambspoke with my chop meatballs I didn't get so warm either. Maybe it was the advanced saturation, but this time the three fried bark pats seemed rather dry. the grilled chop meatballs there also helped the savory basic from the fladen bread croutons drowned in abundant yoghurt and tomato sauce. anyway, I wondered why the crunchy effect of the broth cubes that are too big was allowed to die a lacy saucentod. the sweethearts of my vegetarian socialized colleague, on the other hand, looked great. the balls reminiscent of falafel were accompanied by a mountain grilled vegetables. the sweets with melt tomatoes the perfectly sautified, wonderfully ripe cocktail tomatos glistened with an undamaged tasty roast sweet, which they had probably brought together with the chess fried red wobbles in the same pan. in the sum we left the daughter of osman with mixed feelings. the jugend liked it, but he would have liked it in every x-popular Kebap clit, for that would not even have their teachers sitting on the table. for the retrieved prices we would have expected a little more. more “Wow” at the gaumen, more fingertip feeling at the service and – the happy grill experience from the day before in the doyum restaurant still in the Gau Mengedächtnis – more oriental authenticity instead of modern “Mezz e-kapaden”. that you can operate morning food sharing in berlin at a significantly higher level, we experienced two days later at “Qes – turkish BBheid” but without a student support, but for this with ice-cold raki to digestif. report follows this channel...

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

With eleven people we arrived at the daughters of osman on a Monday evening. the idea came from a school group facing the oriental cultural circle, who wanted to eat once with their teachers during our class trip. the reservation of a table, therefore, I left my hesitate and was curious what they would probably choose. Of course, they secured themselves in the forefront at the “Gastroguide” of their trust, which was also their class teacher and then lied to the restaurant specialized in meze in the pappelallee P mountain. my good experiences that I was able to collect with my gattin in the summer of 2018, I let myself be involved in the decision-making process in a discreet way and so this spontaneous culinary excursion point came to an exciting day in the capital. especially the visit of the former Stasi prison in Hochschönhausen including guided tour through a formerly imprisoned contemporary had impressed the youthful. but also the subsequent experience “Federal Day”, which consisted of a more or less short-term information presentation on the visitors' corridors of the plenarsaal as well as a short detour to the glass dome and roof terrace of the rich day building, still worked on the students. our table was located on the not uncomfortable outside terrace – prenzlauer indoor farm arm included. at the later hour it became sensitively cool here, which did not disturb our multi-cultural truppet, however, because one cuddled into the rich cover. the guests at the neighbors got something to hear this evening. but if you are oriental, then you will be with everyone. our eight-headed horde of 15/16-year-olds enjoyed this group experience and sometimes brought this to the expressive. orient meets okzident – in berlin seemingly the most normal thing of the world. in each curstadt we would have been expelled after 5 minutes of the house, as it was quite turbulent to go on the table. the service, which initially was still quite cool, lost something “contenance” with increasing duration of the “organization” and reacted in some situations rather clumsy. that in such a large group of growing up a glass Afri-Cola is ordered too much or inadvertently, should not really fall into weight in a final bill of over 300 euro. you have to act sovereign, dear sons and daughters of the Ottoman food teaching. also the fact that the young servicenovize explained to me shortly before the bill, how much drinking money would be expected percentagely, did not come to me yet. not everyone in the beginning should believe that he also has to do it with a beginner. Moreover, his advice regarding the number of mezes to be ordered was little helpful. in the round we ordered a lot too much by its recommendation, because the portions intended for sharing were as veritable sattmacher. no matter, despite the adverse service circumstances, it became a really nice evening, which in the cruising of the colleagues – the fourth collegiate in the federal arrived after supernatant corona infection only a few hours before in berlin – with a bottle sauvignon blanc reserve 32 euro from the pfalz of the weingut bietighöfer mühlhofen correspondingly was cast. ä bissel palz always goes! beside this delicious droplets, Afri-Cola 0.2l for 3 euro, ayran 0.4l for 4.80 euro, filtered and sprinkled water 0.75l for 4.50 euro, lillet wildberry 0.2l for 8.50 euro, homemade forest beer mango or Strawberry Min-Limo 0.5l for each 6,50 euro as well as a bright yeast white of maiden’s from the bottle 0.5l for 4,80 euro for sufficiently liquid argument on the table. the laminated card was shown in comparison to the offer four years ago little to no change at all. on the front was the complete selection of meze divided into the rubrics “cold” and “warm”. on the back was written the drink program. the prices were carefully adjusted. for example, the Turkish ceviche from the wolfsbarsch, for which we at the time were still falling 8,90 euro, now cost 10,50 euro. even with the others there were no really undamaged increases. we ordered a lot. besides the above mentioned ceviche from the wolfsbarsch, the lammspieß 17.50 euro, called “Kebap in the House”, was ordered all four times. The homemade Turkish tortellini “Manti”/11,50 euro could be twice. the „Mercimek Köftesi“ lens balls“/7,50 euro even in five times. the “Osmanin Kebabi”, the grilled chop meatball 13,50 euro was also awarded twice. filled wee leaves 7,50 euro, hummus 7,50 euro, fennel salat 8,50 euro and vegetables 12,50 euro were also on our long Meze list. also a sharp paprika paste “Acili”/7,50 euro and a few crispy fried sardelle “Hamsi”/10 euro were with the partie. the long plaque and the associated, quite wide distance to some of my table-glossists made it difficult to photograph the same insignificant, so I did not get all the dishes of the evening. especially the lively exchange over the various dishes has remained in my best memory this evening. I sat beside a schoolgirl with Turkish roots, who had taken up a young lady from Kurdistan in turn. many of them knew the offered food from their own parental house, but they had never eaten in a restaurant. compare between the authentic mother kitchen from home and the somewhat more modern gastro versions at osman's daughters offered themselves tell. I was suddenly the learner at the table and did not feel bad about it, with how much culinary knowledge the girls were equipped. from all the cold and warm tasty, which now gradually populated our table, the creamy and spicy hummus is highlighted. hummus painted on the still slightly warm fladenbrot, a simple but tasteful start, whose fine garlic note well harmonized with the cumin. fladenbrot why this tasty chickpeas sesame painting is also called “Nutella des Orients”, was quickly clear. the luck can be slept on brot even without the massive use of sugar and palm oil. my colleague was delighted at the stuffed wein leaves, where cinnamon, mint and piment caused aromatic moments on the teller. the paprika paste was something to tame to me personally. I would have liked more mut to be sharp. acili the manti filled with bark chopped meat tasted just like four years ago, namely really good! my highlight: the manti I touched her with the graceful hood of garlic yogurt, which had been refined with liquid pictorial butter and an oriental spicy mix. a delicious dish, which was also gouted by my Turkish applicant with swell. the lens balls formed from red lenses, bulguhr, lynny, minze and petersilie remained rather inconspicuous taste. Lensballs the seemed to succeed much better in the narrative after the parental herd in wörth. really disappointed was my colleague of his lamb-spoke, who was much more appealing to the students. he judged his meat quality as quite modest and was not really d’accord even with the completely dead-grilled. desperately he tried to divide the ding into mouth-right pieces, which only succeeded moderately. the homemade Lavash-Brot and the delicate garlic-Petersilien-Pesto could not bring back the “Kebap” of taste. the sad lambspoke with my chop meatballs I didn't get so warm either. Maybe it was the advanced saturation, but this time the three fried bark pats seemed rather dry. the grilled chop meatballs there also helped the savory basic from the fladen bread croutons drowned in abundant yoghurt and tomato sauce. anyway, I wondered why the crunchy effect of the broth cubes that are too big was allowed to die a lacy saucentod. the sweethearts of my vegetarian socialized colleague, on the other hand, looked great. the balls reminiscent of falafel were accompanied by a mountain grilled vegetables. the sweets with melt tomatoes the perfectly sautified, wonderfully ripe cocktail tomatos glistened with an undamaged tasty roast sweet, which they had probably brought together with the chess fried red wobbles in the same pan. in the sum we left the daughter of osman with mixed feelings. the jugend liked it, but he would have liked it in every x-popular Kebap clit, for that would not even have their teachers sitting on the table. for the retrieved prices we would have expected a little more. more “Wow” at the gaumen, more fingertip feeling at the service and – the happy grill experience from the day before in the doyum restaurant still in the Gau Mengedächtnis – more oriental authenticity instead of modern “Mezz e-kapaden”. that you can operate morning food sharing in berlin at a significantly higher level, we experienced two days later at “Qes – turkish BBheid” but without a student support, but for this with ice-cold raki to digestif. report follows this channel...