So we have a map of Berlin from our hotel's reception area. We're hanging with two exceedingly cool…read morecharacters, Svenja G and her chum Amelie, and they're marking places of interest upon it. Then they mention Canadian pizza which comes with a maple syrup and chilli sauce. If there are such things as Francophiles, which indeed there are, simply call my better half and I Canadophiles. We love Canadian stuff, and they had us at pizza, maple syrup and chilli.
We undertook an epic hunt to find Ron Telesky, and boy are we glad we did. Unsure what to expect when we descended the stairs to the basement parlour in this lovely neighbourhood, it was like someone delightfully quirky had popped a pizza kitchen in their studio apartment. You watch as these experts deftly dance around with the dough and pile it with unusual toppings like sweet potato and red onion, tandoori tofu with mango and peanuts... and the bases are huge, crisp and thin, equalling slices bigger than your face.
So that's the pizza. But what else? The accoutrements! The fabled maple chilli sauce lives! It's in a huge bottle on the counter you can help yourself to, alongside the most delicious, sweet, let-me-take-the-jar-home honey mustard goop. This goes great with the pizza, and indeed the rocket salad you can have at will too, as well as sliced black olives. The pizza comes on paper plates and you can take it over to a little patio table, a wooden log, and sit amongst the vinyl, the antiques, the moose paraphernalia...
The other big brownie point scorer from Ron Telesky was the drinks fridge. As soon as I spotted Swiss classic Rivella I pretty much squealed. The boy's favourite root beer was here in abundance too. Call us happy campers. Cheap as chips, uber-friendly and delicious, no wonder we made excuses to come here twice. I wanted to fly Ron Telesky in its entirety back to Manchester. Share it Berlin, please!