Our first stop (other than for some hot chocolate and croissants!) was St. Michael’s church, which is a Hamburg darling. It was pretty awesome, with extensive history in the crypt. Apparently it burned down several times but people keep building it back up. I’m glad they did – it’s very pretty inside and the view from the top (accessible partly by elevator with built-in you-can-buy-these-souvenirs-at-the-gift-shop panel!) is neat. Unfortunately the weather was dreary and foggy that morning, but it was still cool. More interesting still was the walk down (instead of taking the elevator), where you get to see the actual clock-turning mechanism, full of flywheels and gears and ticking things. That was a treat! Plus you see the spare bells as you go down and various other storerooms. Worth it!



The subsequent museums we visited were perhaps less worth it, however. Peter was excited to visit Spicy’s, with the history of spices – germane since it was in the Hamburg harbor – but apart from getting a packet of peppercorns as an entry ticket and being able to smell lots of spices, there was no English in that room at all. We decided they needed a “you must be this German to enter” sign…
I also wanted to see the miniature museum, since Dad had sent me the video a while ago and I though it looked cool – like a train set on steroids. And it WAS cool, with highways and aliens and train stations and plane terminals and three-level dioramas and all sorts of stuff, but it was SO busy. It also was kind of expensive and felt a bit repetitive after a while, oh well.


The grey day was weighing on us, especially after somewhat disappointing (for the cost!) museums, so we went back to take a nap. Refreshed, we gave another one of Sarah’s recommendations a shot – she said Filet of Soul was one of her favorite restaurants. It did not disappoint! It reminded me a lot of Salt back in Pittsburgh, with fancy chalkboard-written specials – except this time it was all in German, so they had one of the staff come over and translate for us. It was amazing! My favorite was the honey thyme greens salad with port-poached pears and walnuts, PLUS phyllo-encased goat cheese. Amazing!! The rest of the meal was also excellent, and we ordered a Graf Adelman trollinger wine to go with. Jokes about “Ol’ uncle Graf” abound, plus we came up with “thoughtsy” – a term somewhere between folksy and thoughtful, meant to be used to describe the pseudo-intellectual anti-science speak we’d been hearing from the Republican primary race lately. Hee hee! A very good end to a somewhat lukewarm day.

The subsequent museums we visited were perhaps less worth it, however. Peter was excited to visit Spicy’s, with the history of spices – germane since it was in the Hamburg harbor – but apart from getting a packet of peppercorns as an entry ticket and being able to smell lots of spices, there was no English in that room at all. We decided they needed a “you must be this German to enter” sign…
I also wanted to see the miniature museum, since Dad had sent me the video a while ago and I though it looked cool – like a train set on steroids. And it WAS cool, with highways and aliens and train stations and plane terminals and three-level dioramas and all sorts of stuff, but it was SO busy. It also was kind of expensive and felt a bit repetitive after a while, oh well.
The grey day was weighing on us, especially after somewhat disappointing (for the cost!) museums, so we went back to take a nap. Refreshed, we gave another one of Sarah’s recommendations a shot – she said Filet of Soul was one of her favorite restaurants. It did not disappoint! It reminded me a lot of Salt back in Pittsburgh, with fancy chalkboard-written specials – except this time it was all in German, so they had one of the staff come over and translate for us. It was amazing! My favorite was the honey thyme greens salad with port-poached pears and walnuts, PLUS phyllo-encased goat cheese. Amazing!! The rest of the meal was also excellent, and we ordered a Graf Adelman trollinger wine to go with. Jokes about “Ol’ uncle Graf” abound, plus we came up with “thoughtsy” – a term somewhere between folksy and thoughtful, meant to be used to describe the pseudo-intellectual anti-science speak we’d been hearing from the Republican primary race lately. Hee hee! A very good end to a somewhat lukewarm day.