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Lunch at Wichtel Hausbrauerei in Böblingen

Tonight is the last night we will spend at our soon to be former house in Unterjettingen.  Tomorrow, the packers will come and we’ll spend a night at the Hotel Adler in Nagold.  Tuesday, we’ll load up our stuff and be on our way to Wiesbaden.  It will be my last day in the house.  Our new house has no carpets (hallelujah) and is a bit larger than the house we’re leaving.  I love not having carpeting to worry about, but I do worry about the beautiful new floors that are in our new home.  We decided to visit the Turkish rug guys at Panzer and load up on some floor coverings.

Now… this was not my first time buying carpets at Panzer.  A couple of years ago, we bought a couple of rugs for our living room.  I have to admit, they kind of look like hell now, mainly because they’re stationed right by the doors to the outside.  I don’t expect the new rugs we bought today will hold up much better.  They are better, and more expensive, than the shitty rug sets often sold in the PX, and I like the way they look more than the German rugs I’ve seen.  For many reasons, IKEA really doesn’t do it for me.

But before we bought rugs, we went into AAFES to buy new toothbrushes and some face cream. We ran into Bill’s soon to be former boss and Bill chatted with him.  Then we happened to check out behind a guy who had a rather complicated order that took some time to process, so I took the opportunity to crack inappropriate jokes.  Bill later told me the guy is a high ranker on post.  I wasn’t surprised.  He definitely had the air of a general.

Then I was waiting for Bill to use the men’s room.  While I was waiting, a vendor offered me free chocolate.  I thought about taking it, but a pre-teenaged girl swooped in front of me and grabbed it before I could act.  I kind of laughed about it, and the vendor said he had more chocolate, but I plan to be pounding beer throughout the rest of the moving process… except when we’re driving to Wiesbaden.  I have to be totally sober for that.

Anyway, after we bought our AAFES stuff, we went to see the Turkish rug guys, who were only too happy to help us.  I walked out of there with three large rugs, a runner, and a smaller rug for my office.  They threw in the hall runner for free.  Nice of them, and I’m sure we’ll use it.  I’m also sure I’ll be visiting the rug guys in Wiesbaden, if they have them there.  I’m not sure why they wouldn’t, since I’ve seen those guys at every European base I’ve been to… perhaps with the exception of Lajes Field in the Azores.

After we dropped 1200 euros on rugs, we decided to have lunch.  I think Bill was originally planning to visit Patch to return some electronic Swiffer products we bought without realizing they won’t work without massive transformers.  But after our large purchase, I think Bill was ready for a drink.  We decided to try the Brauhaus in Böblingen, but as usual on a Sunday afternoon, it was packed.  So we moved on to the Flugfeld, where I knew there were a couple of restaurants besides Check Inn Foodport we hadn’t tried.

Actually, that complex has at least three restaurants.  There’s Check Inn Food Port, which is very nice for a dinner date.  Tower 66 Steakhouse is open for lunch until 3:00pm on Sundays, then takes a pause until 5:30pm.  And then there’s Wichtel Hausbrauerei.  I noticed Wichtel got some pretty mediocre reviews on Google, but they didn’t have a pause.  Sold!

We walked around the restaurant’s generous terrace, which still had some tables out, though they weren’t set up for outdoor dining.  To enter the restaurant, you must walk into the Motor World building.  Then you go in and find a seat.  Unlike at the Schoenbuch Brauhaus, there were plenty of spots open at Wichtel Hausbrauerei.  We chose one near the taps.  I needed a slight boost to get up on the tall seat.  I actually like high chairs because I’m short, but I’m also getting old, which makes getting up and down on them harder than it used to be.

The outdoor area.  You have to walk around this to get inside the restaurant.

Welcome!  I really should have stopped to look at the specials for today.

An adorable young man stopped to ask for our drink orders.  Seriously, he was super cute.  I bet his mom is proud of him.  Not only was he good looking, he was also very charming and congenial.

I asked for a weizen and he rattled something off in German, which took me by surprise.  Actually, I know he was asking me which size I wanted.  At Wichtal, you can get a beer in three sizes– .33 liter, .5 liter, or a liter Krug.  Bill started answering in German, but then the guy switched to perfect English and offered me a menu in my native tongue.  I actually do pretty well reading German menus.  It’s just speaking German that kills me.  I can only sing in German.

Bill decides on lunch.  The choices are somewhat limited if you don’t want pizza.

So Wichtel has what appears to be a hybrid of regular pizza and Flammkuechen.  I asked the waiter what it was like and he said it was like both pizza and Flammkuechen.  He said the rest of it was “marketing”.  Our winsome waiter was not only friendly and adorable, he also had a sense of humor.  What a cutie pie!  Too bad I’m happily married, fat, and old enough to be his mother.  I noticed his name was Valentin.  He’s aptly named.  Hubba hubba!

I ascertained that the “pizza” would be too big for me to eat by myself and I am not trying to bring home more food as we’re trying to clear out of here.  I ended up ordering what was described as “roast beef”.  I had a choice of spaetzle, potato salad, or fries as a side.  I decided to be extra healthy and went for fries.  Bill ordered a schnitzel.

If I had paid more attention, I could have ordered today’s special, which was half a duck.  I believe they had another type of braten on special today.  Besides pizza, schnitzel, and “roast beef”, they also had salads, sausages, and other drunk food.  They also had a kids’ menu.

I liked their coasters.  They reminded me of myself.  Bill said they reminded him of Starbucks.

Someone was doing shots of some sort… You can see the barkeep pouring them.

So this was my lunch.  It turned out the “roast beef” was actually a strip steak.  Bill reminded me that sometimes what we think of roast beef is not really roast beef to Germans.  It’s steak.  This was German beef, which was okay.  It was smothered in a brown gravy and dried onions.  Not the way I usually eat steak, but it wasn’t bad.  I’m probably done eating for the day.

Bill’s Schnitzel was your standard Schnitzel.  It came in two pieces with a side of potato salad and gravy.  While I don’t know that we necessarily really wanted to eat German food today, it wasn’t a bad thing that we did.

 

Prices at Wichtel are very reasonable.  It’s a very family and kid friendly place.  And although Google reviewers gave it mediocre reviews, we thought the service was quite good.  I was smitten with Valentin.  I wonder if he’d be my Valentine…  LOL… I’m kidding.  I only have eyes for my Bill.  Anyway, our tab came to 41 euros, which gave Bill significantly fewer heart palpitations than our purchase of five rugs did.  But I figure I could spend that much on one really nice rug from the Middle East.  And as long as I have dogs, I won’t be doing that.

So ends today’s review… perhaps the last one I write of a restaurant in this area for the time being.  Or maybe we’ll go somewhere in Nagold tomorrow night, our last down here on the edge of the Black Forest.  I’m seriously going to miss it…  Especially the views from our house.  But as the Brady Bunch sing, when it’s time to change, it’s time to change.

One more picture for the road.  My view is about to change substantially.

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Friday night at Check Inn Foodport in Böblingen

Right around New Year’s 2018, Bill and I were invited to a murder mystery party in Böblingen.  The couple who was hosting the party live at Flugfeld, which is a new apartment complex built on Böblingen’s old air field.  I admired our new friends’ beautiful, modern apartment and the hostess, named Donna, told me about Check Inn Foodport, a hot restaurant on the Flugfeld grounds.  Donna said the food there was excellent, some of the best she’s had in the area.

I’m always interested in finding great restaurants to review, so I made a note of Donna’s suggestion.  Bill and I kept trying to visit Check Inn Foodport, but situations always came up that prevented us from visiting.  We finally got our chance to try the restaurant last night.  Bill got home from work slightly early and we had beautiful weather.  Neither of us felt like cooking and we have something planned for today.  Check Inn Foodport also isn’t open on Sundays, although they do offer lunch on weekdays (but not on Saturdays).  Off we went back up A81 so we could finally try what appears to be a very popular restaurant in Böblingen.  You can very easily reach the Foodport by train, too.  It’s right next to the train station.

A few pictures of the area at Flugfeld.  There’s a very large parking lot there, as well as paved pathways for people who wish to visit Motorworld or try one of the restaurants.

The Flugfeld area itself has a very interesting history.  During the first World War, German pilots were trained at the site.  By 1925, the Flugfeld boasted one of the most modern airports of its time.  In 1929, the airship Graf Zeppelin made its first visit to Böblingen’s airport and was a great draw for visitors who enjoyed watching the airship.  Then, in 1938, it was time for World War II and the airfield was once again used for military purposes.

After World War II, the U.S. Army took over the air field, but it was given back to the federal government in 1992.  In 2002, the cities of Sindelfingen and Böblingen bought the land and by 2006, plans were made to turn the area into a place where people could live, work, and be entertained.  In 2008, Sensapolis became the very first business to open on the property.  Bill and I were living in this area from 2007-09, so we saw the start of the construction going on there.  Today, in 2018, the site hosts Motorworld, as well as several restaurants, a health center, a school, and a day care center.

When you visit Check Inn Foodport, you will see many references to the Flugfeld’s history in aviation.  There are photographs of people from a bygone era, excited about the future of aviation in Germany.  The restaurant itself has an aviation theme, referring to guests as “passengers”, at least in the menu and on its official Web site.  Personally, I’m not a fan of these cutesy concepts coined by corporate cronies, but I understand that some business minded people think these kinds of themes are fun for visitors.  I’m probably just being crotchety in my old age.

The front door to Check Inn Foodport.

We arrived a the restaurant at about quarter to seven.  A friendly lady was at the hostess stand.  She asked if we had reservations.  We said we didn’t.  I noticed a slight look of what appeared to be disapproval on her face, but it was still early and plenty of tables were open.  She seated us and asked if we wanted English or German menus.  Bill said it didn’t matter, but I piped up and said “English is fine.”  She brought us the menus, along with a list of specials which she apologetically explained were only available in German.  That turned out to be no problem.

I caught Bill at the wrong moment.

But I have to include an obligatory shot of him for all his fans.  He usually gets noticed by local blog readers before I do.

An interior shot of the bar area from where we were sitting.  It’s pretty nice in there, although you have to be careful not to sit at the wrong table as the sun is going down.  I noticed the tables near the front door were getting hit with extreme sunlight.

 

The inside of Check Inn Foodport is really attractive.  The chairs are very comfortable and stylish and the bar area is inviting.  I noticed dance music playing at a low volume and it looked like they were going for a younger crowd.  It reminded me of some of the restaurants I’ve seen in the United States in urban areas that have been rezoned similarly to the Flugfeld concept.  It’s very mod– long on style and shorter on quaint character.

Bill decided on a nice spicy Rhone wine to go with our dinner.  This was a very pleasant selection that went well with my duck and Bill’s beef.  We also had our usual sparkling water, which was brought out to us with a small bag of fresh bread.  The table has olive oil on it for dipping the bread.

 

Last night, Check Inn Foodport was offering specials that included tuna steak, duck, and raviolini made with black truffles.  The regular menu had salads and German fare including schnitzels and Maultaschen, as well as Pinsa Romana, which appeared to be kind of a like a crispy styled pizza– lighter than the usual pizza, but not really like a Flammkuechen, either.  The people sitting at the table next to us ordered it.  A children’s menu is also available at the Foodport.

This was my duck, which came with red cabbage, and a side of gnocchi stuffed with ham and asparagus.  The duck was a little overdone, but it tasted good.  I liked the orange sauce that came with it and the sweet red cabbage.

Bill had the chuck shoulder, which was U.S. prime beef served with mushrooms, bacon, and sauce.  His dish came with a side of sweet potato fries.  The beef was cooked perfectly. 

My gnocchi side.  These were surprisingly good.  I don’t usually like gnocchi much because it’s a little too heavy.  These tasted pretty good, though they were an interesting choice to go with duck.

Bill enjoyed the sweet potato fries.  I don’t care much for sweet potatoes, so I will take his word for how good they were.

As we were finishing up our meals, a bunch of other people started showing up.  Very soon, the dining area was jumping.  I only saw two women waiting tables, a bartender, and a manager type who appeared to be talking business at a nearby table.  The ladies were working very hard and I was suddenly reminded of my own days as a server.  I give them a lot of kudos for not freaking out, because it looked like they were taking care of a lot of people.

When our waitress cleared our table, she asked if we wanted dessert.  I was actually thinking about it, since they had a tempting chocolate creation on the specials menu.  But then she got really busy and never got back to us, and Bill and I were enjoying the last of the wine.  By the time she came back to our table, we had decided to just head home.  Bill paid the check, which came to 89 euros.

Before we left the Foodport, we visited the restrooms.  You have to go down a flight of stairs to get to them and pass a flight simulator called simINN.  When we got home, Bill looked up the flight simulator online and it appears to be a really cool activity, albeit somewhat pricey.  Tickets start at 199 euros for one person, but they have some fun looking packages that allow you to try “flying” a 737 and/or a Cessna 172.  I never thought I’d want to try flying a plane, even with a simulator, but I could see us giving this activity a whirl at some point.  I know I’d enjoy writing about the experience.  Anyway, I know our area is chock full of Air Force folks who might get a kick out of the flight simulator, so I’m including what very little I know about it in this post.  If anyone does get the chance to try it, I’d love to hear how it goes.

A photo of the old airport, which has now been repurposed.

 

All in all, I liked Check Inn Foodport and would visit again.  Next time, I think we’ll make a reservation and show up a little bit earlier.  We’re getting a little too old for the nightlife.

 
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