President’s Day Weekend in Regensburg… Part 7

Bill and I were not that hungry on Sunday night.  That huge lunch we had at Fürstlichen Brauhaus was sticking with us pretty well.  Still, we wanted to try one last brauhaus before we left on Monday, so we visited Regensburger Weissnbrauhaus.  When we entered that place, it looked a bit familiar to me.  The reason it looked familiar was because it used to be part of the Johann Albrecht chain.  Bill and I enjoyed some brews at the Hamburg location of Johann Albrecht just last month.  The Weissbrauhaus had very similar tables and a bar that looked a lot like the one at the chain restaurant.  However, it is evidently now an independent restaurant.

A very handsome and friendly bartender came on duty at just about the time we sat down.  Bill and I spent a very enjoyable evening chatting with this fellow, who said he was from the East and had come to Regensburg with his wife to study at the university.  He told us that the restaurant had been operating as a brauhaus since 1620.  We told him that was the year when the Pilgrims landed on Plymouth Rock.  Of course, he probably already knew that!

Over the course of a couple of hours, Bill and I tried all four beers they had on draft, as well as a couple of shots of schnapps.  Toward the end of the evening, we decided to share a wurst plate.  It was actually pretty perfect.  There were just enough sausages for both of us.

The bartender seemed surprised by my ability to put away so much beer.  What can I say?  It’s in the genes.



Sausages, pickles, and kraut!


As I was eating the pickles, I remembered the Duggar family and how much they like to eat pickles.  I asked the bartender if he’d ever heard of JimBob and Michelle Duggar and their brood of 19 children.  He said he hadn’t.  So I proceeded to tell him about the Duggars and watched his eyebrows raise as he considered how two parents could possibly raise 19 children.

I’m sure that guy listened to us speak about a lot of nonsense, but he was a very good sport.  The food was good and the beer was fine.  We rewarded him for his attentiveness, then went back to the hotel for our last night.  I slept fine until about 2:00am.  Bill woke up and had a coughing fit that was loud enough to totally activate my brain.  I wasn’t able to go back to sleep after his fit was over, so I stayed up and read news articles on CNN and played with Facebook.

When Bill woke up at his usual time, he apologized for keeping me awake.  Later, we got up and went to the konditorei across the street and sat at the same table we were at on Saturday.  We enjoyed a very nice and inexpensive breakfast as we enjoyed our last look at lovely Regensburg.  Then we went back to the hotel and Bill repacked my bag Army style.

He rolls up everything neatly so it fits better.  I have no patience for such things.

We checked out of the ACHAT near the cathedral and made our way toward the train station.  We got there early, so we had enough time to visit the mall adjacent to the station.  We stopped at a little cafe and enjoyed a couple of Viennese cappuccinos.  Vienna is definitely on the list of where we want to visit while we’re living here again.  Maybe this was a sign of what’s next in our travel adventures.


Our train ride back to Stuttgart was totally uneventful.  We didn’t share space with anyone and a kindly train conductor even said we could switch compartments if we wanted to because the one we were in was a bit cold.  It was alright, though… aside from a couple of cute kids burning off energy in the corridor, we were completely unmolested on the ride home.  After a quick lunch at a Thai place in the Stuttgart train station, we were on our way to pick up our dogs at the Hunde Hotel Haase.

Actually, getting to the Hunde Hotel turned out to be a bit of a challenge.  We ran into a parade in honor of Karneval, which caused us to have to detour.  It was fun to see everyone in their costumes, though.  I was reminded that our landlady had told me about how Fasching differs between Bavaria (where she is from) and Baden-Wurttemburg.  In Bavaria, it’s supposedly fun with lots of cute costumes.  Here, it’s a lot of people dressed like witches.  I don’t even pretend to know much about Fasching, though I do remember the parades and costumes from the last time we were here.

The dogs were delighted to see us.  After we paid for their stay, we went home where everything was normal except for the huge estimate I got from the dentist for fixing my baby tooth issue.  Hopefully, that won’t cause us to have to quit traveling for the time being!


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