Behind the old neon sign on Simplonstraße sits a room that earns its name: kept entirely in white, almost gallery-like — a distinct register inside otherwise rough-edged Friedrichshain.
The plates carry classic Austrian cooking at an elevated level, the Wiener Schnitzel with warm potato salad as the anchor, alongside house-made pumpkin ravioli with sage butter. What sets the address near Boxhagener Platz apart is the crowd: neighbourhood faces, suits, first-semester students and scene regulars side by side, no one having to posture. Sundays slow into a calm brunch. Patina that never feels staged — style that doesn't try.
