Bateau Ivre is a nostalgic little corner bar with a prime spot on Kreuzberg’s café and bar aorta, Oranienstraße. Its name comes from Arthur Rimbaud’s ‘The Drunken Boat’, a poem the patron clearly loves enough to actually have written in its entirety on the interior wall to enlighten those who haven’t yet read the legendary verses.
The interior is decorated with rustic wooden tables and pastel-colored Chinese lanterns hanging from boat ropes, reminiscent of romantic, old French films like Jean Vigo’s L’Atalante. As long as it’s not snowing or raining, the crowds will cluster on one of the outside tables during the daylight hours to gaze at Kreuzberg’s beautiful people over a cappuccino or two. It’s usually packed, so the waiters might take a while to get round to your order, but no stress: just recline and plunge headlong into a daydream or two as the time goes by.