Frohsinn – Afternoon Tea?


I’d been past Frohsinn a few times and seen that they do afternoon tea with scones and stuff, but I hadn’t really been moved to go in. However, some people on Facebook were asking for placed where they could have afternoon tea and I mentioned it and one thing lead to another so before long we were 12 strangers sat drinking tea together!

I say “tea”…I am beginning to get very tired of everywhere in Frankfurt either charging 5 euros for a cup of hot water and a packaged tea bag, or (like this place) being limited to Kusumi tea. Kusumi branded tea is ok. But it’s certainly not worth the price tag that comes with it, nor is it anything very special.

The scones were good and seemed freshly baked, but the sandwiches were kind of hard and there were no choices for them so you were stuck with fish and meat in them even if you are vegetarian.

More than anything, the service was TERRIBLE. Really bad. We got the tea and food we ordered a full hour after having ordered it, and the waitress was really difficult to deal with, too.



What saves Frohsinn, though, is the incredible decor they have going on there. There is this random picture of the queen but the whole place was lovely inside. It seemed that the other food on the menu was very good – and another lady in my party said that she’d had some lovely chicken there so I guess it’s worth another go.

I think the jury is still out on Frohsinn…if any of you have been there then please do let me know!

You can find Frohsinn at Börsenstraße 14 60313 Frankfurt am Main, just behind Galeria.

The Train


It was a weekend that had had a lot of football in it. I didn’t know much about it, but I heard the people cheering from the boy’s apartment – he lives in the “party” area of town, where there are lots of hen parties and people just going out getting drunk.

The walk to the nearest station had been tricky all weekend – there were more rowdy people in the streets than normal and the amount of graffiti on the shops’ walls in the area had doubled overnight.

I was getting a Sunday afternoon train back home, and the walk to the station wasn’t as bad as it could have been. I ducked past a group of 6 women in tutus taking photos with young boys who were leering at their breasts.

Getting on the train I managed to find 4 seats free so I sat in the corner. At the next stop, however, there was a large group of football fans – mainly men – that got on the train and were followed up by a couple of policemen.

They piled in around me. One young lad of about 18 sat next to me, making his friend nudge him and shout “waaay heeeeey!!!” Opposite me sat another young guy with his girlfriend.

“Offenbach!! Offenbach is shiiiiiiiit!!!” shouts one guy sat in the next set of seats. “Offenbach is shiiiiit!” reply all the other fans. A couple of men start a song to the tune of Waltzing Matilda, and they start bouncing up and down to the tune as everyone joins in.

Another guy in the next set of seats has the loudest voice of those around me. He seems to be really caught up in the excitement and is yelling at the top of his lungs. He also gets up to bounce to Waltzing Matilda, but then shouts “Kassel!!! Kassel is shiiiiiiiiit!”

No one replies with yells as they did with Offenbach. One thing Frankfurters can unite with is their dislike for neighbouring Offenbach, but apparently Kassel is spared the same loathing. The guy looks embarrassed and sits back down. More shouting starts and so he soon perks up when he can join in again.

While the shouting is going on, the girlfriend opposite me is wincing at the noise. We catch each others’ eye and give a look of understanding – “yeah, these guys are morons”.

Luckily the train pulls into the main station and the football fans and I go our separate ways. The girl and I nod at each other one last time – “good luck with those guys”. And she is gone in the jumping, yelling crowd.

Piknickbank, Frankfurt (omg is that hummus?)



We had a busy Saturday running around town buying toasters and things to cook that evening. We planned a lovely lunch at Piknickbank, a Moroccan cafe/restaurant we went past once, and it was the perfect end to a busy afternoon.

The place itself is like a back-to-front Tardis – it’s much smaller on the inside than it seemed from the outside. Luckily we got the last table for two but other people were made to wait in the rain for tables.

The waitress was fairly aloof but she replied to our German in German and so she was all right by me.

I had the large Piknick Teller which wasn’t quite as large as I had imagined, but still filled me up. Boy had the vegetarian tajine and though he said I had ordered the best thing, his meal was very good too (though had hidden olives! Grown-up food alert!!) My hummus was lovely and the carrots were so good I am going to try to recreate them at home next week!

The other people there were surprisingly not young hipsters, but older, middle class groups. I don’t know what it says about the place but it was interesting anyway!

I hope to go there again soon – we both said we wanted to try all the things on the menu.

You can find Piknickbank at Weißadlergasse 7, 60311 Frankfurt am Main

Take That’s “Back for Good” is Terrible


Last year I wrote about how I think that “Little Saint Nick” is a really stupid song. Well guys, I have another one. It breaks my heart, but Take That’s ‘Back for Good’.

Now, I love Take That. I begged my mum to get me Take That bed sheets when I was younger. She didn’t let me because they were way too expensive. But it’s only as an adult that I listen to Back For Good and realise that they would not have made the ideal boyfriends.

Don’t believe me? Well, let’s take a look at the lyrics!

(For those who don’t know this song, or need reminding, find the music video HERE)

I guess now it’s time for me to give up 
I feel it’s time 
Got a picture of you beside me 
Got your lipstick mark still on your coffee cup 
Got a fist of pure emotion 
Got a head of shattered dreams 
Gotta leave it, gotta leave it all behind now 

Charlotte says – wow, you’re emotional. Maybe something really bad happened to you?

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn’t mean it 
I just want you back for good 
Whenever I’m wrong just tell me the song and I’ll sing it 
You’ll be right and understood 

Charlotte – So… what you’re saying basically is “I’m not sure what I did to upset you, but whatever it was I didn’t mean it and take me back now plz because I’m sad”.

Unaware but underlined I figured out this story 
It wasn’t good 
But in the corner of my mind I celebrated glory 
But that was not to be 
In the twist of separation you excelled at being free 
Can’t you find a little room inside for me 

Charlotte – So you figured out that she was pissed at you, but you still felt chuffed with yourself? She went off and was happier without you, and now you are sad.

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn’t mean it 
I just want you back for good 
Whenever I’m wrong just tell me the song and I’ll sing it 
You’ll be right and understood 

Charlotte – tell you the song? So basically “put words into my mouth and I’ll agree to them and then we can get back together”? That isn’t a healthy relationship!!

And we’ll be together, this time is forever 
We’ll be fighting and forever we will be 
So complete in our love 
We will never be uncovered again 

Charlotte – I think you’re getting a bit delusional now.

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn’t mean it 
I just want you back for good 
Whenever I’m wrong just tell me the song and I’ll sing it 
You’ll be right and understood 

I guess now it’s time, that you came back for good

And so, as you can see, it’s not a pretty picture. I’m glad these boys grew up to understand women so much more (yeah scrap that…)

It’s amazing how, when you listen to songs you know and love and actually hear the lyrics…

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