Ever meet one of those people who “forgets to eat breakfast?”

I am not one of those people generally. Unless I’m really feeling unwell. Let’s just say I am wildly enthusiastic about breakfast, which they refer to as frühstück in Germany. 

Beginning in Berlin, I tried to pick up a few new German words here and there. Will has been learning the language for a little more than three years now, so he did the heavy lifting. But I did remember frühstück even if the Umlauts gave me a little trouble pronunciation-wise.

While I’d already had my breakfast before we arrived at Oxymoron, only a stone’s throw from an incredible bookstore called Love Story of Berlin that author Amy Poeppel recommended, the cappuccinos were exceptional.

Hoping we’ll go back one day so I can try the full frühstück, which I will say perfectly by then (fingers crossed).