Dining Alone? Take Your Escort Girl with You!

In Berlin for business and unexpectedly free for the evening? Sounds like the perfect chance to explore one of the city’s many fantastic restaurants. But if dining solo isn’t your thing, we’ve got you covered – with the most charming company you could ask for. Not only is our agency manager, Marika, a passionate foodie, but so are our escort girls. So don’t hesitate to ask us for a restaurant recommendation! Marika recently checked out Mine Wine in Berlin’s wild west – Charlottenburg. And because dining alone can be nice, but it’s usually much more fun with company, she brought along the lovely Emma.

An Italian restaurant without checkered tablecloths, terracotta tiles, oversized pepper mills, and waiters in crisp white shirts – does that even exist? It does! And how! Just step off Ku’damm into Meinekestraße, walk a few paces, and you’ll find MINE WINE – an Italian spot that tosses clichés out the window. That’s exactly where I, Marika, invited Emma for our dinner date. As we step inside, a familiar cliché greets us – a long, drawn-out “Buona sera”. We smile, take our seats at a beautifully simple table, and soak in the relaxed atmosphere. No stiff, scratchy napkins here – just warmth and laughter. A family is celebrating a birthday with cake and presents, and despite the face masks, the waiters are effortlessly charming. We feel right at home. A quick glance at the menu makes us even happier. No endless scrolling, no awkward indecision. Just seven starters and nine main courses – finally!

We’re not quite hungry enough for the full Italian feast – antipasto, primo, secondo, and dolce – so we opt for tuna carpaccio with tomatoes and beef tartare to start, followed by mafalde with duck ragout and grilled octopus. “If the octopus tastes as good as it sounds, I’ll be on cloud nine – or whatever the equivalent of a cloud is in the sea!” Emma jokes. The wine list, in contrast to the menu, is extensive – after all, MINE is not just a restaurant but a wine bar. Choosing is tricky, but luckily, our waiter is an expert guide, skipping the usual flowery descriptions in favor of simple, spot-on recommendations. We toast with a crisp glass of Pinot Gris (if you ever want to surprise Emma, order this for her), watch the buzz behind the blue-tiled bar, and wonder whether we’ll make it to Italy this year – or if we should just keep coming here as a stand-in vacation. If the weather’s good, we could sit outside, soaking up the Berlin sun like it’s the Italian Riviera.

Lost in our daydreams, we almost forget about the food – until the starters arrive and snap us right back to the present. The tartare? Buttery-soft, perfectly seasoned, with just the right amount of capers. The egg yolk cream smooths out the sharpness of the onions – perfection. The carpaccio? Melt-in-your-mouth tender, with a hint of pickled chili for just the right kick. And then, the main event: steaming plates of pasta and octopus that we can’t wait to dive into. The handmade mafalde curl so elegantly around the ragout that we wonder why we ever settled for plain old spaghetti. The octopus? A work of art – seared to perfection, a masterpiece destined for our forks, not a gallery. As we eat, Emma shares her kitchen misadventures – the octopus too big for the too- small pot, the stubborn tentacles, the cavatelli that disintegrated in seconds. “On nights like those, I just go to bed hungry,” she grins.

Tonight, though, there’s no going to bed hungry! We leave Mine Wine full, satisfied, and delighted that real Italian cooking is alive and well in Berlin. Most of all, we’re happy we spent the evening together. So if you ever find yourself in Berlin with an empty seat at your table – why not take a Gemma Girl with you? And who knows… maybe dessert is best enjoyed back at your hotel room?