Five short films about our world. About food, family and life between Sonnenallee and Rosenthaler Platz. From the counter to the street, from the kitchen to the screen — Bismillah.
Crispy chicken, golden wings, the first bite in extreme close-up — and right in the frame, half of Berlin: the elegant lady in her hat, the bearded giant in his vest, everyone with the same gleam in their eyes. Our Food spot lives for one moment, the one we give everything for at Nhas City Chicken — when freshly fried chicken hits your lips.
From the World Clock at Alexanderplatz, through the backyards of Neukölln, right to your door — this spot rides across Berlin with you. E-scooter, wet asphalt, one destination. And at the end, two friends split the first piece of chicken. Whichever way the city takes you, it ends at Nhas City Chicken.
Meeting room, slides, serious faces — until the courier with the green City Chicken backpack drops the bag right on the conference table. Suddenly the whole workshop comes down to one question: who gets the first wing? Business lunch, Berlin style — Nhas City Chicken beats any catering.
When the place fills up and the line runs to the door, they all stand shoulder to shoulder: the biker with the full beard, the boys in tracksuits, the fine lady in her hat. In the golden light, all of Berlin waits patiently for the same thing. Best proof there is — when this many line up, the chicken's worth it.
An ordinary afternoon at the office — until someone in a City Chicken shirt pulls out their phone and orders. All at once half the floor gathers round, and even the sceptical boss in his blazer can't resist. The transformation starts with one tap on the screen: place a single order — Nhas City Chicken handles the rest.
