It’s rowdy, packed to the rafters and a Reeperbahn institution. Since 1949, cult locale Zum Silbersack has been delivering cheap drinks and power ballads until the early hours, counting Hans Albers and Hildegard Knef among its devoted clientele. With smoky air, sticky floors and no-nonsense service, this is by no means a glamorous venue, but everything you could ask for from an authentic kneipe. It’s a place of boisterous banter, warm hearts and proud tradition; when Zum Silbersack’s former landlady died after 63 years behind the bar, regulars mourned as if for a surrogate mother. Like a roadside diner from the facade, it’s all jostling tavern indoors, with wooden furnishings, check curtains and nautical scenes on the wall. You’ll be drinking shots or Astra beer out the bottle, and most likely swaying along to 1950s German schlager before you know it.
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