scratching my head
Saturday brunch at the Barn, which is always full of Kiwis as it’s one of the few cafés in Berlin where you can get a macchiato that isn’t served in a massive bowl with so much foam that it looks as if the barista’s gone crazy with the washing-up liquid. “Macchiato?” sniggers Tiny’s boyfriend, newly imported from LA. “Caffeine is soooo retro!” He smooths his beard (when
