dude

I can't even bear to THINK about Mein Vaterland.

Also kiosks in RESIDENTIAL NEIGHBORHOODS that sold beer and cigs, usually opening at 6-7am. One could stand there on the sidewalk and drink beer, smoke, read the paper, and shoot the shit with the owner's wife (usually a alky hag but whatever). Many sold hot curry/bratwurst too. A godsend on a cold morning.

There often was a small pub inside with a few ancient drunks. No music, just grim drinking and smoking. Not ONE NIGNOG OR WIGWOG IN SIGHT! Fuck.