Bill and I decided to take a break from our usual Sunday haunt. We went to the Neuer Ochsen, which is a restaurant we like, but haven’t been to since October.
A very handsome young man invited us to sit at a table near a window. I had decided to try something different today instead of the “fitness salad” I usually get (and, between you and me, doesn’t seem so fitness oriented). I ordered a lentil and sausage plate and a dark beer. Imagine my surprise when I somehow ended up with a Wiener Schnitzel instead of what I ordered.
It turned out the waiter had put in the wrong order. Fortunately, I didn’t mind. A Wiener Schnitzel is a good standby and the one they serve at Neuer Ochsen is reasonably sized. So though they offered to get me the right dish, I said it was okay that they brought me a schnitzel. They gave us a round of espresso on the house for our trouble.
Partially eaten wrong meal… Luckily, it was pretty good. I liked the side of jam, too. It tasted like cranberries (I have since learned that the jam is actually Preiselbeer marmalade but it’s unusual to get that with a Wiener Schnitzel. They usually serve it with game or turkey). Bill had something that tasted a lot like my schnitzel, except the breading was seasoned with mustard and it came with potato salad instead of fries.
This espresso came with a little glass of fizzy water.
It’s good that I wasn’t “hangry” today, either. I handled the mistake with charm and grace rather than frustration and bitterness. Good thing I had a handful of cashews before we left the house. Otherwise, this might have turned out differently. ;-D