Café Baobab — Restaurant in Berlin

THIS PLACE IS A SCAM.

I beg you, please go read the one-star reviews.

The food was so-so, coffee a bit weird, and the service in the beginning was friendly enough (a bit sketchy, but nevertheless friendly).

When I went to pay, the guy at the cash register said the bill was way more than it should have been. There was no display on the customer's side to see the total price, and when I asked him again, he wrote down the number on a piece of paper (SKETCHY!). He said that they have "updated prices" and that the prices on the menu are old, but I said that I failed to see why I should be paying more for a problem on their end. After a bit of back and forth, he started to bargain with me, on how much I should pay (still way more than what was listed on the menu), stating that it was "only a few Euros more" (IN THIS ECONOMY?) It only ended, when I said that we should call the police to settle it. He finally gave in, and I paid, but I wasn't given a receipt.

Honestly, it seemed like he was "only an employee" there, but if the owners expect their employees to do their dirty business for them, that's just sad.

And honestly, it seems like a well-worn scam that many have experienced, especially when you read through the one...

This morning, I sat down to what I thought would be an ordinary plate of pancakes and a humble cup of coffee. I was wrong. I was so, so wrong.

The first bite of pancake transported me to a parallel universe where clouds are made of maple syrup and gravity is optional. These pancakes are not merely food — they are edible hugs from the universe, lovingly stacked into fluffy towers of joy. Each golden disk was so light, I’m convinced NASA could use them as prototypes for anti-gravity technology.

And the coffee? Oh, the coffee. One sip and I suddenly understood the meaning of life, the secrets of the cosmos, and why cats knock things off tables. It was bold without being arrogant, smooth without being too agreeable — the James Bond of caffeinated beverages.

I wept softly halfway through, partly because of the overwhelming flavor experience, partly because I feared I might never encounter breakfast this perfect again.

If Michelangelo had tasted these pancakes, the Sistine Chapel would just be a giant fresco of your breakfast.

11/10. Would ascend to a higher plane of existence via pancake and...

TLDR- go to Yada Yada instead. The folks who run this place are super nice and will do everything to accommodate whoever they can. The food and coffee, however, are bad. The morning before we went here we tried Sandwich cafe, about 15 minutes walk from Baobab and it was sooooo much better all around. I got the same at both places- a salmon bagel with all the fixings. At Sandwich cafe it came heated up and the bagel was fresh, toasted, and not too dense. Also the salmon was mild and delicious. At baobab the same sandwich was served cold- a premade situation that had been sitting in their little refrigerator case for who knows how long. The bagel was too thick, too dense, and, worst of all, halfway to stale. Also too much salmon that tasted fishy and not very fresh. Couldn’t finish it. Meals this bad leave me depressed 😆. AND the coffee was meh. We never went here again even though it was the closest breakfast place to our hotel. We tried Yada Yada the next day and went there...