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This guy I'm pretty sure was a regular as we had seen him before and the bartender seemed knew he was doing this and didn't give a crap. Not sure why I and so many others have wasted so many words here writing about it; it's hardly worth mentioning, quite literally a hole in the wall and miles from approaching anything like an institution. Rote Rose is for people who don't have a clue what lies in the next block, not for super adventurous culture safarists who just want to get away from the schicki mickies in Luzia or avoid the tourist children in Cake.
Not sure why I and so many others have wasted so many words here writing about it; it's hardly worth mentioning, quite literally a hole in the wall and miles from approaching anything like an institution. Luckily I noticed and confonted him and when I explained to the barman what had happened and who it was there was pretty much an attitude of so.
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I can't believe there are this many reviews about this place. Naja, it's not as if it matters one way or the otherone hardly plans a trip to the Rote Rose, much less based upon premeditated research. No, it's a place one goes because it's the only place open, and one lives too far away, or one's friends live too far away from one's apartment to come over, or one's friends indeed live only a few blocks away from one but the lavatory at the Rote Rose looks like a hospital room in comparison to one's own filthy jax. I've been to the Rote Rose both drunk and sober, and I must say: it doesn't make much difference one way or the other. Rote Rose is not a bar, it's a dark hollow in the front of a Kreuzberger Altbau in which somebody decided to stick a couple of uncomfortable benches and sell drinks off a truly basic-to-below-average menu, 24 hours a day. Not sure why I and so many others have wasted so many words here writing about it; it's hardly worth mentioning, quite literally a hole in the wall and miles from approaching anything like an institution. I won't comment on the Publikum besides, user grosslyoverrated before me summed it up much more poignantly that I ever could but will say this: I grew up in a fucking bad neighborhood the likes of which are unknown in Berlin, let alone Germany and in my hometown have been, on separate occasions, followed home, jumped, and robbed, and as a result am never scared of anyone, anywhere, everexcept at the Rote Rose. I don't know if I was actually in any physical danger or not any more than one is at any given momentnothing's impossible but the last time I was in the Rote Rose was the first time in over a decade and certainly the only time since I've lived in 10 rote rosen, that I was actually a tick nervous. Seriously, all the bars are closed in the O-straße. Then take your funky ass home, or pick up some bum bottles of cheap Korn and sit at Planufer. Or head to the Trinkteufel, the Milchbar, Bar 11 or Wild at Heart. Rote Rose is for people who don't have a clue what lies in the next block, not for super adventurous culture safarists who just want to get away from the schicki mickies in Luzia or avoid the tourist children in Cake. That said: I still give the place three stars for: being open all night, good location, not giving in to peer pressure and actually making a bar real people would want to sit at just to make a buck, and the nice bartenders. Really, the bartenders are super friendly and chill, without fail, whoever's standing behind the bar at the Rote Rose is the most pleasant person I've been served by since, well, the last time. One off the Maddest Bar I have been in ever the night i was there we met lesbians on acid talking to the goldfish in the fish tank along with the local black transvestite who was dancing in hot pants 10 rote rosen his G string on show and various dodgy looking people sat around the place giving the new people in the bar the evil eye thing that we where the police or some thing all in all it felt like local bar for local 10 rote rosen worth a look just for the experience Rote Rose can be fun, after many early morning drinking there though I have given up on going after my bag was stolen 10 rote rosen some one who thought they could help themselves to it. Luckily I noticed and confonted him and when I explained to the barman what had happened and who it was there was pretty much an attitude of so. This guy I'm pretty sure was a regular as we had seen him before and the bartender seemed knew he was doing this and didn't give a crap. If you do go there just make sure your stuff on you at all times, as this is not the first time this has happened to my friends in there. Naja, it's not as if it matters one way or the otherone hardly plans a trip to the Rote Rose, much less based upon premeditated research. No, it's a place one goes because it's the only place 10 rote rosen, and one lives too far away, or one's friends live too far away from one's apartment to come over, or one's friends indeed live only a few blocks away from one but the lavatory at the Rote Rose looks like a hospital room in comparison to one's own filthy jax. I've been to the Rote Rose both drunk and sober, and I must say: it doesn't make much difference one way or the other. Rote Rose is not a bar, it's a dark hollow in the front of a Kreuzberger Altbau in which somebody decided to stick a couple of uncomfortable benches and sell drinks off a truly basic-to-below-average menu, 24 hours a day. Not sure why I and so many others have wasted so many words here writing about it; it's hardly worth mentioning, quite literally a hole in the wall and miles from approaching anything like an institution. I won't comment on the Publikum besides, user grosslyoverrated before me summed it up much more poignantly that I ever could but will say this: I grew up in a fucking bad neighborhood the likes of which are unknown in Berlin, let alone Germany and in my hometown have been, on separate occasions, followed home, jumped, and robbed, and as a result am never scared of anyone, anywhere, everexcept at the Rote Rose. I don't know if I was actually in any physical danger or not any more than one is at any given momentnothing's impossible but the last time I was in the Rote Rose was the first time in over a decade and certainly the only time since I've lived in Europe, that I was actually a tick nervous. Seriously, all the bars are closed in the O-straße. Then take your funky ass home, or pick up some bum bottles of cheap Korn and sit at Planufer. Or head to the Trinkteufel, the Milchbar, Bar 11 or Wild at Heart. Rote Rose is for people who don't have a clue what lies in the next block, not for super adventurous culture safarists who just want to get away from the schicki mickies in Luzia or avoid the tourist children in Cake. That said: I still give the place three stars for: being open all night, good location, not giving in to peer pressure and actually making a bar real people would want to sit at just to make a buck, and the nice bartenders. Really, the bartenders are super friendly and chill, without fail, whoever's standing behind the bar at the Rote Rose is the most pleasant person 10 rote rosen been served by since, well, the last time. Luckily I noticed and confonted him and when I explained to the barman what had happened and who it was there was pretty much an attitude of so. This guy I'm pretty sure was a regular as we had seen him before and the bartender seemed knew he was doing this and didn't give 10 rote rosen crap. If you do go there just make sure your stuff on you at all times, as this is not the first time this has happened to my friends in there.
Rote Rosen Folge 12
The preferred versions suggested by an audio engineer at George Blood, L. There is a fully equipped shared kitchen for guests. Not sure why I and so many others have wasted so many words here writing about it; it's hardly worth mentioning, quite literally a hole in the wall and miles from approaching anything like an institution. The property offers free parking. This guy I'm pretty sure was a regular as we had seen him before and the bartender seemed knew he was doing this and didn't give a crap. That said: I still give the place three stars for: being open all night, good location, not giving in to peer pressure and actually making a bar real people would want to sit at just to make a buck, and the nice bartenders. Guests can also relax in the shared lounge. If you do go there just make sure your stuff on you at all times, as this is not the first time this has happened to my friends in there.
