The photo does not do justice to how fresh this plate of Abendbrot (evening bread) look like. Once upon a time, I am one of those whom protest taking any carbohydrate for dinner if I wanna loose some pounds but it is norm here. So here I am, integrating into the society here and eating like them.
Coffee session here is like teatime in England. They do it here religiously with lots of cake spread on huge platters. This was my indulgence on the same day I had abendbrot for dinner. Two scoops of Espresso/Pannatta/Mascarporne/Tiramisu flavoured ice-cream. Heavenly!