An illuminated image of Samuel Beckett lights the entrance to Becketts Kopf, so you know it’s going to be a classy affair. Ring the doorbell to gain entry; it’s not that the door policy is selective, they just want to make sure you’re not too p*ssed before letting you in.
There's definitely an intimate kinda vibe here - get comfy in the front room or the more peaceful, less smoky back room. If you wanna be sure you're drinking a toast you everyone's favourite Irish playwright, come early. It gets snug.
Admire the fresh, leather seating here, we’re pretty sure it’s not second-hand which is a novelty in Berlin. The artwork’s a bit kinky too, in a messed up kind of way, it’ll definitely be a conversation starter. The cocktail list, (displayed in paperback copies of Beckett’s plays) is one of the best BarChick has seen in Berlin, we drank Hot Buttered Rum till it was time to hit the hay with sweet, boozy dreams.