Absolute bliss. The moment you enter the establishment, you leave the known cullinary universe. Hakan is like a spiritual guru that takes you on a journey of the senses.

The toasted doner bread crunches like the first fallen leaves beneath your feet on the dawn of autumn. The moment your lips meet this masterpiece, time freezes, birds stop chirping, the world around you appears to come to a complete halt. Nothing could have prepared me for the sheer extacy i experienced as i took bite after bite out of this marvel of berliner cuisine. Hakan’s signature spicy sauce will warm you up like a mother’s loving embrace of her newborn child. Even the most honorable samurais in the far east would have envied his intense mastery of the kebab shearing knife. The beautiful tapistry of “Gemüse” take you to a meadow at the gates of heaven, where you’re kissed by sweet droplets of morning dew as Saint Peter greets you from afar.

Once you finish and come back reality, the outside world feels bland, almost insultingly so. You will wish you could have spent eternity in that single moment of bliss, frozen in time.

Hakan will probably not remember me, but he has forever influenced my life in a way he will never know.

Seriously though kinda decent, 10/10 would recommend.