A quiet directory.

Tables of Berlin exists for the meals that don't advertise themselves — the supper club run out of a converted garage, the rooftop lunch cooked from that morning's harvest, the twelve-seat table announced by word of mouth and gone the next day.

The city has always had a second kitchen: chefs cooking privately after their restaurant shifts, farmers hosting lunches beside their beds, people who moved here from elsewhere and cook the food they miss. This is a directory of that kitchen.

Every table listed here is hosted by one person, in one place, on one night. We charge a small fee to keep the lights on. Everything else goes to the host.