Möbel-Olfe Top Pick!

OUT Review

Arbitrarily arranged with affectionate disdain-think backwoods-meets-industrial loft-Möbel-Olfe comes across as a sleepy daytime café in peculiar proximity to dreary Kottbusser Tor's scavenger drug addicts. The semi-concealed location in a brutalist high rise becomes a free-for-all grind house flesh-fest, since such indiscretions seem tame by crackhead comparison. Affable bare men, cutesy trannies, derelict artists, and even people with jobs cram themselves into musty corners for dance parties prone to overly friendly stranger-groping. Not quite a dive, but trashy enough to excuse delinquent behavior on all fronts in signature Berlin excess.