Flammkuchen on the Fjord
A surprise restaurant was booked, one I couldn’t squeeze out of the secret-keeper. A short drive was driven, over a bridge and into a part of the city I’d hitherto never been. And there, as blue as blue can be, was the Kieler Förde and by it, a beautiful old suburb of Kiel with some original captain’s houses, roads lined with enormous, leafy trees and a big old lighthouse.
In the Fischers Koek, we ate light, crispy, laden Flammkuchen, I drank a fresh and fruity German Riesling. Outside the sky and the water stayed as blue as blue can be.
We don’t have long here, so we’re making like sponges.