We had yet another beautiful day here in Germany. I was somewhat tempted to take a hike to a waterfall. But then I remembered the large collection of empty beer bottles sitting in our pantry and how they’ve been collecting dust for months now. It had been ages since our last trip to Heinrich 3000, a drink market in Kornwestheim, which is a town near the city of Ludwigsburg.
Since we had all of those bottles and I was jonesing for some kind of beer other than German, Bill and I decided to have lunch in Ludwigsburg and then visit the drink market. We walked to the main square in Ludwigsburg’s center and noticed an Italian restaurant called Pizzeria Permesso. As we approached its outdoor seating area, a very pleasant gentleman kindly welcomed us to sit down. We happily obliged.
We were seated under a large canopy, shaded from the perfect May weather.
Pizzeria Permesso has a wood fired oven for making pizza. I saw a couple of pizzas going by that looked very good. Their calzones also looked pretty excellent.
Bill ordered a glass of Primitivo for himself an a glass of Montepulciano for me, along with our usual sparkling water. I was pretty impressed with the water came with slices of lemon and an ice cube! I don’t think I’ve ever had ice in a drink in Germany unless I was at a fast food place on post. It was a nice surprise!
Ice in the water!
For lunch, Bill ordered Spaghetti Bolognese– spaghetti with meat sauce– and I had Tagliatelle Salmone. We were both very happy with our dishes. I especially enjoyed mine. Not only was the dish made with a cherry tomato sauce instead of a cream sauce; it also had the most perfectly cooked pieces of salmon I’ve had in a very long time. It was absolutely delicious!
While we were waiting for our lunch, we noticed some really cute children playing nearby. They didn’t have a care in the world!
Bill’s Spaghetti Bolognese was a hit! It came sprinkled with Parmesan cheese.
But my Tagliatelle Salmone was even better. Not only was I impressed by how this dish tasted, I also thought it was beautifully presented, complete with a couple of mint leaves. I saw several other dishes going by, mainly salads, that were also beautifully plated. And again, the salmon was cooked perfectly. It practically melted in my mouth because it wasn’t too dry or overcooked. Next time, I’m going to have to try a Lachs (salmon) filet.
We took our time finishing lunch and our wine. The wait staff was professional and unhurried, which was nice to see.
I took this picture right after two adorable little girls, both wearing ponytails and maybe about five or six years old, who were holding hands and playing in the square, came over to talk to Bill. He patiently explained to them that he doesn’t speak much German. I’m not sure if they got the message, but they did eventually say “Tschuss!”
Bill asked for a double espresso, but they brought him a single.
I had a hefeweizen because the guy sitting near me had one and it looked refreshing. I probably should have had one of the very beautiful desserts they had on display instead. Maybe next time.
A cannon went off and sparkly stuff sprayed into the air as a newly married couple emerged from the church…
The Saturday market was also freshly cleaned up.
Pizzeria Permesso is conveniently located in the Marktplatz. I’m surprised this was our first time visiting. I’m sure we’ll be back, because I liked their food more than what I’ve had at La Signora Moro, another Italian place on the square.
After Bill paid the check, we headed back to the car by way of the Sparkasse that sports a large metal Sparschwein out front. The first time we saw that piggy bank, Bill made an inappropriate comment. Actually, it was an unintentionally inappropriate comment. The pig reminded him of a metal bull that was once used as a torture/killing device. On some days, the bank opens the pig so people can see inside. Bill said he didn’t want to go in there because he was afraid someone would close the door and turn on the gas.
He clearly forgot he was in Germany… We laugh about it now, but I’m pretty sure I gave him one of my patented horrified looks. Talk about black humor! But I know my husband, and it was definitely an honest faux pas.
We passed a book store that was advertising games, including “Klug Scheisser”. Klug Scheisser is a game Bill often hears on German radio. It literally translates to “smart shit”, but colloquially means “smart aleck”, “smart ass”, or “big mouth”. I see it’s also usually spelled as just one word.
We enjoyed a brief shopping expedition at Heinrich’s and came home with lots of Belgian and Icelandic beers to try until our next trip to Ludwigsburg. It’s a very pleasant town. We should definitely visit more often.