Pfefferbank
All I can say is "wow". Maybe also "wonderful", "wicked"
and of course, "Why Not?". The phenomena of Pfefferbank was a
mystery to us for ages - in that nobody knew where it was. "Gee,"
we'd say, "There's Pfefferberg, and then there's that funny place underneath..."
Then somebody would say "Is it Subground?"... and then "No"
and blah blah . Anyway, one day my friend and I were sharing a quiet hemp
burger in our favourite imbiss, when we noticed that the imbiss man was
dancing , and then we noticed that there was music, and then, finally, we
realised it was coming from a blocked up doorway behind our asses. Well,
well. We soon found an unblocked doorway, and said very loudly "HELLO
PFEFFERBANK!!!". Oh My God. This is the place that I've been trying
to find for so long, and now I've found it, and, believe it or not, I'm
Actually Glad! There is just one big room, and it's not so big and full
on as in Roter Salon, but it seems to be just about the right size for all
one's needs (ooh, Grammar!). It's quite cleverly laid out, I think. You
see, as you enter you are immediately greeted with the dancefloor which
is directly in front of the DJ table. So, that means that you have the option
to dance off your pants before being swallowed by "fear of scene".
You see, the scene is quite "Proper Cool", with the main dudes
being the centre of the "Properly Cooly" Mitte DJ realm. The DJs
themselves, however, are somewhat inconsistent in quality - in that I prefer
to dance with the DJ rather than fight with him (ooh), but when this place
is really pumping, it can be incredibly good fun (true).
The drinks are situated on the second level (the club itself is in split-level
format) and are also at normal chic bar prices. But the coolest thing about
wandering around this bar, is the light show that will greet your eyes.
Gee whizzy... They must either have either a) spent a fortune or b) have
some very artistic and dedicated friends. It really must be seen to be believed
- there are beautiful disco mirror-balls with three coloured cans shining
on them, plus laser beams, and then there's a few projections shining around
- some sort of Communion-like alien stuff and of course the old favourite
- Where-Are-You-Jimi-Oil-Lamps. Also, the furniture is very nice (especially
if you manged to procure hash cakes from the nearby imbiss).
I didn't meet any wildly interesting characters - it was too clique,
and my friends and I were maybe a little claque (you've gotta get on to
those little biscuits).
The toilets were also very nice.
Schoenhauser Allee 176, Berlin-Prenzlauer Berg. Ph: 2829289, open on Fridays from
10am till late. U-Bahn Senefelder Platz.
© 2000 by Electra
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