Evelyn Kempten (allgaeu) Whore ❤️

About Berlin

Lemme tell ya, back in ancient Rome, whores had this crazy gig—some wore wigs dyed bright yellow to scream “I’m available, boys!” Ain’t that nuts? Imagine walkin’ down the street, seein’ that, and goin’, “Great Scott, that’s bold!” Got me laughin’—they didn’t mess around, huh?

So buddy, if you’re plannin’ a visit, bring your heart, leave your worries behind, and wander its quirky streets, vibrant parks, and humble neighborhoods. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll grab a cuppa joe at a tiny café off Georg-Brauchle-Ring and chat about how every raindrop’s a tear of joy. Life ain’t perfect, but damn, it’s a dance. And trust me—Kempten’s one wild ride.

Where Chefs Go: Oberallgäu, Germany