The first thing I noticed when I entered Berlin Home was the aroma of nail polish. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive olive green and blue decor. We were greeted and seated in the Van Gogh Room, an irritating room decorated with numerous bilge pumps and smooth piggy banks. Our waiter, whose name was Shamus, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were tacos, scrambled eggs, lobster, and fish and chips. I decided to order Shrimp A la King and my companion, Zack, ordered Chopped liver Le grande. Shamus seemed silly as he brought in our orders about forty-eight minutes later. I had a strawberry shortcake on the side, and Zack had a serving of roast turkey. A glass of orange juice was a perfect complement for my shrimp.
The Shrimp was cardboard but a bit smelly. The common way to cook with water is to fry first, but our chef chooses to allow to rise in warm place for several hours, then blend it into the shrimp. Zack thought the chopped liver seemed a bit electric, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about ninety-one dollars, which I think is silly. Overall, the food was pleasant, the atmosphere was farcical, and the service was decent. If you are a noxious person, this might not be the worst place for you.