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Our time in Die Schweiz was definitely not Scheißig… part eight

Sunday afternoon, after our visit to the Lindt Home of Chocolate and rainy drive next to the shore of Lake Zürich, we found ourselves in need of lunch. I had spotted a cute pizzeria on our drive, but parking was a challenge and it was really pouring rain. I was enjoying the misty views of the lake, but the heavy deluge was making us nervous. So instead of continuing around the lake, we decided to head back toward Zürich.

By the time we got back to the city, the rain had stopped and the sun was coming out. As we walked out of the parking garage, I spotted what looked like a promising lunch spot. They were advertising “craft” burgers and beer. I’m generally kind of wary of burgers in Europe, but this place did look like it might be okay– especially given how many people were there. Unfortunately, they were “complete”, so we kept looking. We finally ended up at Restaurant-Boucherie August, a place that was attached to a hotel.

We stopped at Boucherie August because it looked open, and because the lady cleaning off the tables outside was friendly. It smelled good, too. When we walked in, it was about 2:00, and the place was packed. An hour later, when we’d finished, we were the last ones in the dining room. The dining room was all checkerboarded and the tables were close together, but had plexiglass partitions on either side to discourage the spread of germs. The hard chairs were a bit uncomfortable– they were the kind with arm rests that don’t actually allow for resting one’s arms, yet limit the width of the chair. Service was a little slow, but it was friendly enough. We enjoyed our food, too, although I think their Web site is a bit over the top in what people should expect.

Getting to and from the restroom was a little confusing, since we had to go into the hotel area to find it. And then, once we were finished eating, it took awhile before we could find anyone to bring the bill. But we were just looking for something to eat. What we had was enough that we didn’t need anything else for the rest of the day… except, of course, wine. 😉

As it was our last day in Switzerland, we were ready to wind things down. We rationalized that if we got hungry later, we could just order something from the hotel. Their menu is a bit limited, but offers small plates. I couldn’t see myself wanting more food on Sunday night. We hung out in the pleasant foyer for awhile, enjoying more Swiss wine. I must admit, I had very limited exposure to Swiss wines prior to this trip, but we found several that we enjoyed while we were staying at B2 Boutique Hotel. I definitely saw some ideas for future trips, too, if we’re lucky enough to keep living here. Bill tells me we’ll probably be here at least another year, but we’ll see what happens. As I’ve recently and poignantly learned, there are never any guarantees about the future.

Bill’s work with his Jungian therapist has him thinking about other things he might like to do with his life besides planning military exercises. One thing he has been considering is taking classes at the C.G. Jung Institute in Küsnacht. I think that would be very exciting for him. He’s an unusually empathic person, with a warm, kind, heart and a keen intellect. Jung fascinates him, and that interest was a major reason why we decided to go to Switzerland in the first place. If Bill decides to take any courses, we might be spending more time in Switzerland.

As for me, I was just really happy to get out and travel again. I have really missed going to new places and having things to write about. Last night, I shared a few posts from this series in the Facebook food and wine group I run, since there were a few people in the group who had expressed interest in the hotel. Someone gave me a “laughing” emoji and commented that my “blog is bigger than Switzerland.”

I’m not sure what that woman meant by her comment; but here’s what I assumewhich I realize could be a mistake. She might wonder what compels me to write these long posts about my travels, since a lot of people don’t like writing. She might wonder why I would share them, since she probably doesn’t care about what other people do when they travel. Maybe she’s turned off by the name of my blog, which I’ve discovered many people in the military community are.

Here’s a hint, though– I don’t really care if you think my blog title is offensive or bragging. If you take the time to get to know me, you’ll find out why I call my blog(s) The Overeducated Housewife (– I am a housewife with three university degrees, which means I am literally overeducated for my lot in life. If I had known this was what I’d be doing with my life, I would have skipped grad school.) I also don’t really care if you think my decision to share the posts is annoying. I share the posts for the interested. Those who aren’t interested can simply keep scrolling.

What is the biggest reason why I blog?

I mostly blog for ME…

When we lived in Germany the first time, I wasn’t a blogger. I wrote product reviews and articles for content mills. I’m sorry I didn’t blog in those days, if only because I could have kept better access to some of the photos I took back then and some of the stories I took from those experiences. I switched from a PC to iMac in 2011, which made a lot of my photos and videos from that time incompatible with my machine. If I had blogged in those days, I would have curated some of those memories. Sadly, most of the stuff I wrote during our first Germany tour is lost, thanks to Epinions and Associated Content (Yahoo Voices) tanking. I do have some stuff I saved on Facebook, but it’s a fraction of what it could be.

But I also blog for YOU…

I’ve been in Germany this time for seven years, and I’ve gained a lot of experience. I write these posts for people who might find them interesting or useful. I write them for people who are looking for trip ideas or reviews. I have benefited from people who have taken the time to write about their experiences. Their posts have contributed to my memories. So I’m simply trying to repay the favor.

In any case, I realize there will probably be a day when I can’t have these experiences as easily as I can now. So I want to preserve the memories, mainly for myself, but also for those who might find them entertaining. They’re free of charge to read, and maybe some people think that being “free of charge” is about what they’re worth. But to me, these blog posts represent priceless and precious memories. And again, I actually enjoy writing. My mom expresses her creativity through cross stitch and knitting. I hate doing those things. For me, writing and making music are creative pursuits that are truly enjoyable. So that’s why I write these “bigger than Switzerland” blogs. But I realize not everyone likes or appreciates them. I can’t please everybody, and would go crazy trying.

And now, to end this series…

We spent our last night watching Olympic coverage while drinking wine. In the morning, we got up, had our last breakfast, and were delighted to see that someone in the hotel had already brought up our Volvo from the parking garage down the hill. We packed up our stuff and I waited by the car while Bill went to settle our hotel charges. I was afraid we were really going to have an enormous bill– I was thinking maybe 3 or 4 thousand Swiss Francs. But it turned out our bill was only about 2,700, which is still a lot, but it included four nights in a junior suite, one dinner for two, many bottles of Swiss wine, valet parking, and spa for two. Breakfast, Internet access, and minibar were all included with the room. So, overall, I left the B2 Boutique Hotel pretty contented, even about what we spent for our trip.

Our drive home was completely unremarkable. We didn’t even encounter any Staus… nor did we eat anything interesting. We stopped at the “Erotic McDonalds” off the Autobahn near Heidelberg… same place we stopped on the way from Stuttgart to Wiesbaden when we moved up here in late November 2018.

Now… one last detail. I mentioned in my second post that our old dog, Arran, was going to be having a dental. Before we set off on our trip, Bill took him in to the vet to be evaluated and get some antibiotics for tomorrow’s procedure. Well… after we got home, Bill went to get some stuff from the grocery store. I was doing laundry. As I carried clean clothes up from the basement, my eyes landed on what looked like a piece of off white plastic on the floor.

I picked up the strange looking item, which I really thought was something that had broken off something inanimate. A few seconds later, much to my horror, I realized that I was actually holding one of Arran’s “fangs”. It must have snapped off on Thursday, before we took him to the Tierpension Birkenhof. I immediately felt dread. Arran is Bill’s baby, but he’s getting old, and we worry about his health. Last time we took a trip (to Heidelberg in June), Arran injured himself under a bush and had to visit the emergency vet. Seven hours and 800 euros later, he came home with stitches. And now he had a broken tooth.

I immediately started wondering if he’d spent the weekend in agony. I remembered an earlier dog, Flea, had broken a fang when we were here the first time. A couple of weeks later, Flea was diagnosed with prostate cancer, so the tooth never got fixed. We were a lot less acquainted with German vets at that time, plus we moved back to the States. This time, we were somewhat prepared, at least. Arran already had a dental appointment set for tomorrow, and Bill took him in yesterday, just to make sure he’s not in pain. And hopefully, he doesn’t have prostate cancer, too… (which he shouldn’t– I certainly haven’t seen any signs of it). Arran actually seems more chipper than ever, which makes me wonder if that tooth was hurting before it broke. He had tons of energy on his walk yesterday and has no trouble eating. I expect that after he recovers from his dental, he’ll be even spunkier. Maybe he’ll even be nicer to Noyzi. We’ll see.

Well, if you’ve been following along on this blog series, thanks for reading and your patience. I’m through sharing, now. Until next time…

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Hungry? Bring your XXL appetite to the Waldgeist!

Some time ago, Bill was looking for local restaurant possibilities for us and he stumbled across Restaurant Waldgeist.  Located near a Sportsplatz in Hofheim, this restaurant boasts an impressive Biergarten, which wasn’t operating today due to the suddenly cool temperatures, and lots of indoor seating.  It’s also known for its huge portions.

I don’t love places that dish out huge portions because I can never finish and stuff has a tendency to go to waste.  Also, I end up eating more than I should or really need to eat.  However, I was curious about this restaurant due to its Biergarten and its “Hessisch” kitchen.  Here’s where you can get your green sauce, Handkäse, or Spundekäs.  They also have burgers, schnitzels, ribs, steaks, and sausages.

Big sign out front!

We didn’t make a reservation.  Apparently, it’s not a bad idea to call ahead on Saturdays, because when we showed up, we were relegated to “table 9”, that is, a side room where another couple was sitting with their two enormous and well behaved dogs.  We were given a two top table and I sat on a bench that was a little too high for it.  My legs dangled and I leaned forward to keep my back from getting too sore from the awkward position.  I didn’t have a chance to look in the other rooms.  It appeared to be kind of a sprawling place with lots of rooms.  The room we were in was clearly not the popular place to sit.


The menu… gets the job done, but is kind of annoying.

The waiter brought us laminated tri-fold menus, which kind of annoyed me, since I had to balance on the awkward bench as I opened the tri-fold menu that would not stay open on its own.  Nevertheless, I had already decided to order spare ribs, which I only do every once in awhile.  The smallest portion is 2 pieces, but you can order up to 4 pieces.  And you can also wash it down with a two liter Krug of beer if you want to.  For once, I exercised restraint and had a half liter of Hefeweizen.  Bill went with a Dunkelweizen and a “small” schnitzel.

Outdoor seating.  Looks really nice.  In warmer weather, I bet it gets packed.
Wait here, and they’ll show you to your table in “the blink of an eye.”

We waited for awhile.  At one point, a waiter tried to deliver the other couple’s schnitzels to us.  When they brought out our food, my exact words were “Damn, that’s big!”  The waiter laughed.

This is the smallest order of ribs.  It’s a full rack.  I could have also had this with cole slaw and fries, for just a few euros more.  I figured I’d have my hands full.  I’d like to know who orders the four piece… Maybe a large group?
Bill’s “small” schnitzel served with gravy, bacon wrapped green beans, and potato croquettes.
Needless, to say, I made it through half of my ribs before I had to stop.  That was with help from Bill.  When we asked to take it home with us, the waiter brought out aluminum foil and left it up to me to wrap it.  I suspect we’ll be snacking on them later, as well as the rest of Bill’s lunch.  He finished more of his.
I liked the cool flower pot for the tree.

The ribs were very good, perfectly cooked and tender, with spicy sauce.  Actually, I was surprised by how spicy the sauce was.  I could see it encouraging beer drinking!  
I think we’d go back to Waldgeist, especially in nice weather.  The outdoor area is pleasant and they have convenient hours.  No pauses or “Ruhetags”, so it’s very convenient– except you have to pay in cash.  Prices are very reasonable, though.  I’m sure during the summer, you’d best not show up without a reserved table.  I’m glad to know where a good Biergarten is up here.  They don’t seem to be quite as prevalent in Hesse as they are down south.
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Think Real is huge? Globus is gargantuan! And, Louisiana style food in Wiesbaden!

Wow!  I have had quite an exciting day today!  First off, Bill took me to our local Globus, which is an enormous hypermarket in Wiesbaden.  It makes the Real in Jettingen look puny by comparison.  And then, after we went to Globus, we found an authentic Louisiana kitchen located two kilometers from our house!  I may have to take some time to come down from the Cajun food high we have!  We even came home with gumbo for dinner!

But first, let me write up the Globus.  I noticed it when we first arrived in Wiesbaden almost two months ago.  The hotel where we stayed our first night in town is just across the street from it.  Bill went in there once around Christmas time.  He said it was a madhouse.  I generally hate madhouses, but I was curious and I do write a lot about food… So, below are some photos and some light commentary by yours truly.

The first thing to know about Globus is that it’s absolutely humongous.  I mean, it’s probably twice as big as the Real is, although it has nicer lighting.  The building has an apotheke, a few restaurants, including an Asian and Doner shop, dry cleaning, a travel bureau, and a deli.  The only thing I didn’t see was a Coin Star.  I’m sure it’s on the way.  Globus was founded in St. Wendel, Germany back in 1828 by Franz Bruch, who passed the business to his son, who, in turn, passed it to his son.  The store eventually became a chain with locations all over Germany and in the Czech Republic and Russia.

I had a sense of foreboding as I approached this sign.

It’s a really large store, so I recommend eating before you go there.  Or, if you need to, get an electric buggy.

There’s an ATM, but I didn’t see a CoinStar.  Our Jettingen based Real had one of those.

 

Dropping off the bottles, and away we went…

It’s a “hypermarket”, so they have stuff other than food.  You can buy lawn ornaments there, for instance.  I kind of liked these peacocks.

You can also buy costumes for your kids!

We were happy to stop by the liquor and wine area, which was pretty well appointed.

I kind of wonder about obviously gimmicky wines like this one… but I rarely take the bait.

They had some interesting liqueurs, though.

This is just one shot of the vastness of this store… I could have turned the other way and taken another picture to show just how huge it is.  I really don’t like enormous stores like this one, but I have to admit, it has a lot of what you’d want.  On the other hand, finding things can be a challenge.

This is the “American” section.  Notice it’s all Fuego brand “Mexican” food.  Pretty lame!  Fuego is not really American by any stretch, nor is it Mexican.

The Eastern European selection was more credible.

As was the Moroccan…

And Asian.

About halfway through your shopping, you can stop for a cup of coffee or water.  If you could see how large this store is, you’d see why this is a good thing.

Vast meat section.

Coffee, though the logo made me laugh.  It looks like a gorilla taking a dump.

Every kind of cheese you could ever want… (except ricotta)…

Tons of shrimp and “sea asparagus”.

Sushi!  It looked pretty good, too.

And lots of dairy.  We spent some time combing this area looking for ricotta cheese because we feed it to our dogs.  They eat it mixed with fish oil to stave of mast cell tumors.  It took forever to find the last container of ricotta, but they had plenty of everything else you could ever want.

More cheese!

Fresh herbs.  We should bring a few of these plants home.

Mix your own M&Ms in every color…

And Jelly Bellies, too!

We had a light haul of stuff.

And once again, I was shocked by the graphic warnings on the cigarette packages.  Bill laughed when I actually winced at a couple of the pictures.  People still smoke in Germany, though.  A lot!

There’s the drug store.

And the restaurant…

 

To be honest, Globus was exhausting.  I’m sure some people find it an exciting place to shop.  I actually found it more pleasant than the Real, mainly because the lighting was softer and it wasn’t quite as crowded.  However, I probably won’t make a habit of visiting there.  It’s just huge and tiring and I often leave places like that with a lot of stuff I never wanted to buy.

Anyway, after we shopped, it was time to find lunch.  Unfortunately, we were looking during the dreaded time period before the “pause”.  It was almost 2:30pm and that’s when a lot of places close.  I went on Google to see what was open and I noticed an ad for a place called Spirit of New Orleans.  The very first review I read was from an American who wrote, “Damn good food!”  I also noticed that it closed at 5:00pm, but didn’t take a pause.  Bill loves Cajun cuisine and the restaurant happens to be located about 2 kilometers from our house.  So we stopped by to see if it was, in fact, open.

We walked in and noticed how tiny the place is.  A kind looking German lady invited us to pick a table.  We did.  I noticed the awesome funky music– a nice mix of New Orleans jazz and R&B.  We ordered beers…

Outside…

It looked promising.  And there was also plenty of parking!  Bonus!

I immediately took note of the sign, which made me think the proprietor, a man by the name of John, was a military veteran.  Sure enough, he is… and damn, he can cook!

Bill was excited by the menu, even though we were snacking on Fuego tortilla chips.

Bill had jambalaya.  I really should have taken a picture of his face when he tasted it.  It’s the same face he makes during an orgasm.  It’s been too long since I last saw that look on his face.

I went with spare ribs, which were absolutely awesome.  The meat was cooked to perfection and generously sauced.  You get a choice of mild or spicy sauce.  I think I might have had spicy sauce, though I didn’t ask.  I loved the fries that came with it.  They were roasted to perfection and had a really rich, hearty flavor.  

It also came with excellent slaw.  I had a little of it, then passed it to Bill, who likes cabbage more than I do.  John also serves American beers like Budweiser and Miller Genuine Draft.  I don’t think they’re worth 4 euros, but if you miss American suds, you can get them there.

It’s a tiny little place, although we heard John say he has a “hall” for catered events.  He also has an outdoor area for better weather.  His restaurant is in an industrial business complex that is short on charm.  However, I think our new vet is located there (once we pay them a visit and claim them, that is).  I also noticed a number of other restaurants and other businesses.  Parking is plentiful, which is a huge positive in these parts.

After we raved about lunch, John brought us each a chicken wing.  It was freakin’ delicious.  I’m serious.  It definitely wasn’t KFC.  Next time we visit, I’m going to try the shrimp.  He also has burgers, which I am sure are done the right way.

 

John came out and chatted us up, telling us he’s been in Wiesbaden for about thirty years.  He’s not the first person I’ve run into who’s come here from America and stayed for decades, and he had a rather colorful commentary about our current “leader” Mr. Trump.  I was very impressed by his restaurant, which is unique and offers genuine Louisiana flavors delivered with great music and sassy commentary.  John told us he’s worked in German hotels and, before he opened his own restaurants, he was in the Army where he was a chef.  I got a huge kick out of him.  He told us he’d had two other restaurants in Wiesbaden, but he closed them due to a lack of qualified personnel.  This is an epidemic in Germany.  There’s a shortage of qualified restaurant workers.  Our favorite place in Nagold, down near our old neighborhood near Stuttgart, closed for the same reason.

We got talked into dessert, so I had cheesecake, which was excellent and not too huge.

And Bill had bread pudding with Jack Daniels’ sauce.

While I had another beer, John and Bill did shots of moonshine.  I didn’t sample it myself, but Bill said it was impressively smooth.

John hosts a number of events at his place, including a Mardi Gras breakfast, complete with live music (February 10th).  He also does New Orleans breakfasts at other times during the year.  He’ll be open on Valentine’s Day evening for dinner, for which reservations are required, as well as Mother’s Day, Thanksgiving, and even an early Christmas dinner (on the 14th instead of the 25th of December).  I have a feeling we’ll be regulars there, because the food was just insane.  We really enjoyed ourselves.

I can’t even believe this place is not five minutes from where we live.

If I’ve piqued your interest, have a look at their Facebook page.  And if you’re down in Stuttgart, you might want to take a field trip to Wiesbaden for this restaurant.  Just keep in mind that this place is only open for breakfast and lunch.  It’s in an office park, so there’s less call for it to be open for dinner.  Plan accordingly and come hungry!  And if you’re bringing more than four people, call and make a reservation.

We came home with gumbo for dinner tonight.  I think John is the kind of guy who likes to feed people.  While it wasn’t the cheapest lunch we’ve ever had (thanks to all we ate), we are definitely not hungry.  I think we’ll be back again and again!

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We finally made it to the Schwabengarten…

I know… I know… in August, we will have spent a total of five years in the Stuttgart area– two years with the Army and three with contractors.  You’d think with as much as I love beer, I would have scoped out a permanent spot at the Schwabengarten, a large biergarten near Leinfelden.  I am sad to say that today was my first visit.  However, I don’t think it will be the last time we go there for suds and spareribs.

We had nearly perfect weather today in Germany.  The sun was out; the clouds were minimal; and it wasn’t too hot.  I sprayed sunscreen all over myself, determined not to burn to a crisp.  As it turned out, we got more sun while riding in my convertible than sitting at the Schwabengarten.  There is a large covered area as well as plenty of tables under umbrellas.

We chose a table under the covered area, which may not have been the best choice.  Not long after we sat down, we were joined by a bunch of chain smoking locals who made me wish I’d clipped an electric fan to my mighty bosoms that I could aim their way.  You may think I’m joking about this, but I once went on a cruise where a woman did just that.  And I did manage to snap a photo…

See?  I’m not kidding.

Anyhoo… the weather was fine, the beer was cold, and the pork was good.  I had ribs and Bill had the pulled pork sandwich, which was pretty good, even if it was covered in sauerkraut.

We arrived at a little past one… it was busy, but not totally overrun.  There were plenty of tables free and we had no problems finding parking.

The Schwabengarten is self-service.  You go up to the counter, order what you want, and take it back to your table…

Bill was ordering us a couple of mas krugs…

He kindly delivered them…

And spent about two hours drinking them.  In retrospect, maybe I should have gotten a smaller beer.  They don’t warm up when it takes less time to drink them.   

Bill’s pulled pork sandwich.  This was pretty good.  It came with kraut, lettuce, and tomatoes.

I got the ribs.  You can get this dish sans fries.  I probably should have, because I couldn’t finish this.  However, I will say that the ribs were very good– they may have been among the best I’ve had here, outside of the Auld Rogue!  Next time, we’ll get one order and split it.  I only wished I’d had Handi-Wipes by the time I was done!

 

Bill grooves to the music.  This was one area where I think the Schwabengarten can improve.  It’s weird hearing a dance version of “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot.”

Empty tankard, sans cover.  When you’re finished with your dishes, it’s likely a young lad will come along and clear them for you.  Bill tried to clear our table and was quickly corrected by a flustered young man who seemed puzzled he’d bother with that!

This lady was featured on all of the Schwabengarten’s ads.  She reminds me of Sandra Bullock.

But I was feeling more like this cow.

 

I’m pleased to report that the restrooms were very clean and functional.  They even had Dyson hand dryers and an actual changing room for babies.  Actually, I’d say this particular venue is very kid friendly.  I saw lots of kids today having a good time while the adults drank beer and ate pork products.  I also heard plenty of my countrymen.  Lots of Americans hang out at the Schwabengarten.

Awesome Maypole in the parking lot.

Sandra Bullock’s twin again.

 

We spent about 35 euros today and had a good time enjoying the weather and the atmosphere.  We don’t live that close to Leinfelden, which is probably why today was the first time we visited.  Now that I’ve been, I’d go again, although I’m still partial to biergartens closer to home.  Anyway, I think it’s a good bet if you need a kid friendly place to go, especially if you’re with a group.  In fact, you can even reserve online if you have a group.  I’d recommend doing just that, especially if the weather is good.

This bus has handy advertising on its tail end…

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We tried to break the pattern…

by going to Taverna Olympos yesterday, but sadly the doors were shut tight at the time we wanted to visit.  It turns out Taverna Olympos is only open for dinner on weekends.  So Bill and I went to The Auld Rogue again for beer and lunch.  The place was busy yesterday, but I was glad to see the same friendly waitress who helped us the first time we visited a couple of months ago.  We sat at the bar and ordered our first round and some food.  I ordered spare ribs and Bill ordered the beef and Guinness stew, which was specially offered yesterday.  At first, the waitress said they were out of the stew, but then apparently they had some.  I was glad I didn’t order it because it had mushrooms in it… and, as you know, I think mushrooms are of the devil.

As we were waiting for our food, I couldn’t help but notice the creepy ghost thing on the ceiling.  I wasn’t sure if it was a leftover Halloween decoration or something significant to Ireland.  But then we spotted a fake bat over the bar and figured they must not have taken down all their spooky decorations after Halloween.

Bill’s stew.  He said it was the best he’d ever tasted.  

My ribs.  I took half of this home.

 

As we enjoyed lunch, we chatted with the waitress.  We were both sure she was from the Republic of Ireland, but she told us she’d grown up locally.  Bill figured she was the daughter of Irish expats, but that turned out to be untrue too.  This lady speaks English with a very convincing Irish accent, but is in fact, all German.  We were shocked, but maybe we shouldn’t have been.  After all, I know some Germans who sound totally American when they speak.  I asked her if she was a singer and she said she was.  I asked that because I am also a singer and when you are musical, a lot of times you have a knack for mimicry, languages, and accents.

It was really cool to chat with her, especially since she told us some entertaining stories about working abroad in Iceland.  Sometimes it pays to get to know your wait staff and bartenders, if only because they are often very interesting people.  She was also very witty, which is another reason why I thought perhaps she was Irish.  It’s not that Germans aren’t witty; I just find that they are often more serious than their Celtic friends.

We talked to the waitress about how The Auld Rogue used to be a Greek restaurant.  She said, “That must have been ages ago!  Because it was the CIA Bar before it was the Irish pub.”  Bill and I remember when the Greek restaurant became the CIA Bar.  It was a very sorrowful day for us, because I had dorade for the first time in that Greek restaurant.  They had really good food and the owner was excited because the dorade was the most expensive item on the menu.  He had the chef bring it out for me and everything.

I think the CIA Bar turned out to be rather “dodgy”, as the Brits would put it.  In fact, the waitress said it seemed to be mostly very young people coming in and “getting pissed”.  She said she expected the people to be wearing suits and carrying briefcases.  To me, that sounds more like the IRS stereotype than the CIA.

We also ran into a couple who run the Stuttgart Beer Club Facebook page.  They were there for lunch, too!  I suspect that if we go to The Auld Rogue enough times on Sunday, we will end up meeting a lot of local expat types.  I was also happy to identify a couple of the songs playing over the sound system on Shazam, though I overheard the bartender say that one of the songs I liked was “horrible music”.  I suspect it wasn’t rebellious enough for his taste.

Bill decided to have a second beer yesterday, so I had a scotch so he could catch up.  They happened to have some leftover Arran whisky from a recent tasting.  This particular whisky was aged in Amarone barrels.  It was very good.

 

If you like scotch and want to try something different, I recommend having a look at the bar and seeing if there’s anything up there that looks interesting and isn’t on the menu.  Bill and I like Arran whiskys, but they aren’t on the menu.  The Auld Rogue happened to have them available because of a tasting.  Incidentally, our cool waitress tried to get us to sign up for one of the upcoming beer or whisky tastings.  We do want to attend one, but want to make sure we make proper arrangements for our dogs.  I suspect we won’t be in the condition to drive back to Jettingen after one of those events.

All in all, we had a nice time at The Auld Rogue.  I suppose next Sunday, we’ll have to find something else to do since the pub will be closed next weekend.  I like that people who work at German restaurants can get days off at Christmas, too.

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Will the third time be the charm? The Auld Rogue again…

Bill and I went back to The Auld Rogue for the third time in as many weeks.  We went today because we wanted to try the spareribs, which I noticed they were offering again.  I had heard they were delicious.  Today, our friend the bartender was there, along with a tall, muscular, and very friendly Irish lad, who was quick to welcome us and offer drinks.

 

Bill and I both had Guinness today.  I love the creamy heads on them, though I didn’t get a clover today.

We both had spareribs…

 

Lemme just say, those ribs were awesome.  I believe they were beef ribs.  I was surprised, because I thought they’d be pork.  They were cooked to perfection and slathered with a delicious but very spicy sauce.  I joked to Bill that the spices no doubt get people to want to drink more.  The ribs at The Auld Rogue were the best ones I’ve had in a long while.  I was very pleasantly surprised.  I probably ought to take a pre-emptive antacid, though.

The portion size was about right, too.  It was a little more than I could eat, but not so much that I felt like I needed a to go box.  The only thing that would have made them better is if I’d gotten the sauce on the side.  Bill loved the sauce because he likes spicy food.  I am more of a wimp when it comes to hot stuff, though I did really enjoy the flavor.

I had to take a photo from a different vantage point… and I got a kick out of the “guest beers”.  They’re all German.

A perfect Guinness…

I think the bartender has us pegged.  He told Bill he couldn’t leave until he signed up for next weekend’s beer tasting.  We’d love to, but we’re going to the States and won’t be around next weekend.  All these trips to The Auld Rogue make me want to book a trip to Ireland.  I think we’ll be doing that sooner rather than later.

One of these days– very soon– we WILL get to the Greek restaurant a block down the street.  ETA: As of 2020, we still haven’t.

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