Clärchens Ballhaus is in a cavernous pre-war room with thirty foot high ceilings. Enormous mirrors hang all over the walls. Many are broken. Not shattered though. Rather looking as if splotches somehow melted, or perhaps had been absorbed away in a Matrix-esque fashion by someone who dared to plunge in an index finger. There’s no doubt, though, that those of us here this evening are in the matrix, an alternate reality of our own making where we escape the real world for a few fleeting moments of terpsichorean bliss.

People dancing at Clärchens Ballhaus Chairs fence the perimeter of the room in true tango fashion. A massive chandelier hangs from the ceiling. Its bright light more than adequate to facilitate cabeceo.

The evening flew by in a blur, as I floated in a sea of delicious embraces. My partners encompassed a wide range of skill levels ranging from probably a few months in to one of the best people I’ve ever danced with, yet there was not a single bad dance.

At a Glance

Friendliness 7/10
Skill 7/10
Embrace 10/10
Overall 9/10

Summary

Spiegelsall is an absolute must-go. One person I danced with this weekend bragged that Berlin is the second best city in the world for tango, eclipsed only by Buenos Aires. Well you get no dispute from me. I will definitely be coming back to Berlin in the future.