I was just combing through all my old posts and can’t believe I’ve never written about Berliner Kindl yet. What a disservice! I apologize profusely and am going to rectify the situation now.
Berliner Kindl is a German Restaurant right on the main drag in Black Mountain that I’ve been obsessed with since going for the first time my first year in Asheville (coming up on four years ago…damn).
If you didn’t click on the link to Berliner Kindl’s website above, please do so now and then rejoin us.
It’s my opinion that restaurants with super janky, outdated websites will almost always be good, especially if they are long-running. It means they don’t rely on gimmicks, marketing stunts, or especially curated Instagrams to get people in the door. People go because it’s good and I’ve never had anything but completely delightful times and completely delicious meals at Berliner Kindl.
That said, if Instagramming your meal is of the utmost importance to you, I’d probably skip Berliner Kindl. I’d also probably skip there if “Immaculate vibes” are your priority. Berliner Kindl looks and feels like it hasn’t been updated since the early 80’s. It’s definitely been cleaned since then, but not updated. In fact, the first time I went I remember texting my mom something to the effect of “I’m at a restaurant that has the same kitchen table and chairs from our old house” (which we moved into when I was born…in 1986).
Also, skip Berliner Kindl if you don’t love the soft sounds of polka as a soundtrack.
I’m obsessed with Berliner Kindl’s reasonably priced schnitzel options, all of which come with two sides (spaetzle and potato salad for me, always), as well as their selection of German beer (served in steins, naturally), but on a recent trip to Berliner Kindle with my parents, I discovered the only thing I’m going to order from there going forward: the schnitzel cordon bleu sandwich.
The schnitzel cordon bleu sandwich is exactly what you’re probably thinking. Remember, Berliner Kindl doesn’t have to rely on tricks. It’s two schnitzels, ham, swiss, mayo, and a swipe of spicy mustard on a roll. I could describe it to you in all kinds of foodie-forward language, but trust me when I say it’s just fucking delicious, borderline life-changing, and well worth the trip out to the Black Mountain (honestly, I always think a trip out to Black Mountain is worth it, though).
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