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Back to the Neuer Ochsen…

Bill and I dined at the Neuer Ochsen again this weekend because an old Peace Corps friend of mine, Erik, is in town and wanted to get together.  Neuer Ochsen is in Vaihingen, where there are plenty of restaurants and I knew several would be open today.

As it turned out, Erik was running late and he didn’t have a cell phone.  We also weren’t so clear on where we were going to meet, so we both ended up waiting in the wrong areas for each other.  But then I got the bright idea to check the restaurant and there he was.

We had a very good lunch… indeed, I had the same thing I had last weekend and so did Bill and Erik.  We talked and laughed for about two hours.  I hadn’t seen Erik in 17 years– he was starting his Peace Corps assignment in Armenia and I was finishing mine.  Now that he works for the government, he’s here on business.  The funny thing is, he and my husband will be hanging out this week thanks to their work.

I think it’s funny when my past intersects with Bill’s present.  It was a nice way to spend the afternoon.

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A review of Neuer Ochsen in Stuttgart-Vaihingen, Germany… (now closed)

My husband Bill and I had some business to attend to at Panzer Kaserne.  After we were finished with that and got some gas for my car, we went into Vaihingen for some lunch.  When we lived in Stuttgart last time, we spent about six weeks living at the Vaihinger Hof.  That made us very familiar with the local restaurants.  One of the restaurants we visited a few times when we were in the hotel was Neuer Ochsen, a place that vaguely reminds me of the Gordon-Biersch chain in the United States.

The place looks like it’s corporate.  It’s located right next to the Schwaben Galerie mall and has a very upscale look.  When we’ve been there, we’ve been mistaken for Germans and given German menus, which were a bit more complete than the English ones were.  This time, it looked like they had menus in German and English for everyone.  In the past, I enjoyed delicious duck breast and a tomato soup with mozzarella balls in it.  This time, neither of those favorite dishes were on the menu.

Undaunted, I chose the fitnesssalat.  I don’t usually order salads, but this one sounded delicious.  It was made with turkey, apples, and celery.  Bill went for a flammkuchen– French style pizza.  He also ordered a radler (beer and lemonade) while I had a schwarz bier.

Our server was very friendly and competent and she spoke English, even good-naturedly indulging our lame attempts to speak German.  I was very happy with the salad.  It was huge, came with a choice of either mustard-yogurt dressing or a vinaigrette.  I chose the vinaigrette, which was nice and light and flavorful.  The salad was huge, with lots of field greens, peppers, sliced green apples, carrots, cabbage, and celery.  It came with slices of white and wheat bread.  I felt really good about eating it… I usually eat what tastes good.  This tasted good, but was also good for me.  Had I wanted to, I could have had steak or fish or traditional Schwaben food.

Bill’s flammkuchen was also good.  The crust reminded me of puff pastry and it was topped with cream, onions, and bacon.  His selection wasn’t quite as healthy as mine was, but it was very tasty.

I wasn’t drunk when I took this photo…

Or this one…  Bill is looking very naughty here.

Fabulous “fitness salad”… The fried turkey made it seem less so.  I would totally order it again.

Bill’s “French pizza” looked better than the ones we saw being served in Colmar last weekend.

 

For this meal, we paid 24,50, before the tip.  It was quite a bargain!  For those who have kids, Neuer Ochsen has a kid’s menu.  They also have live entertainment sometimes.  We saw a jazz show advertised today.  I hope to get back to the Neuer Ochsen again soon.

 

After lunch, we came home, fed the dogs, and took them on a nice long walk in the woods…  about an hour or so.  They burned off energy; we burned off lunch, and now we’re refueling with more beer.

World’s biggest pile of rutabagas.

Best of all, no one asked me if I’m pregnant.

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I’ve been waiting seven years for today’s lunch…

In 2007, Bill and I moved to Stuttgart for the first time.  We lived in a crazy hotel in Vaihingen for about six weeks, which meant that we went to a whole lot of restaurants during that time.  One of the places we visited a few times was called Holzkrug.  It was at this little restaurant that I enjoyed some very tasty chicken that was sort of the gold standard for us the whole time we were in Germany with the Army.

Today, we had to take care of some business on Panzer Kaserne.  I got into “the system” the rest of the way, as in I have a SOFA card now.  Then we went shopping at the PX and picked up some dog supplies, laundry detergent and fabric softener, and some Ritter Sports for when I get hungry during the day.  We also dropped by the driver’s ed place and got information about getting new USAEUR licenses for Germany.  And we got the handy dandy landlord blacklist, which tells us which houses to avoid.

After all of that and an unfortunate puking episode after breakfast, I was ready for a hearty lunch.  We decided to see if our favorite Italian place, Cafe da Michele was still open.  It wasn’t, so we went around the corner and headed over to the Holzkrug.  I was glad to see a lady eating the rotisserie chicken I remembered and loved so well last time we were in Stuttgart.  I could see there were more where that came from, as there were chickens rotating on a spit at the front of the restaurant.

Bill peruses the menu as I notice an “America the Beautiful” sign near the men’s room…

 

We had kind of a funny experience at the Holzkrug back in 2007.  Bill and I both ordered beers.  He got a pils and I got a hefeweizen.  My beer came right out, but he had to wait for his.  Thinking he had been forgotten, Bill approached the barmaid, who curtly informed him that it takes seven minutes to pour a proper pils!  Suitably chastised, Bill sat back down and waited more patiently for his beer.

The menu… #8 is definitely a favorite!

The chicken… boy, was this good.  And I ordered a pils, too.  The chicken was fresh, juicy, and flavorful and the potato salad was very delicious with a slight curry flavor.

 

The waitress was very nice and spoke perfect English.  I told her I’d been waiting seven years for our lunch.  Once we found a house, we didn’t eat in Vaihingen very often, so after 2007, we never went back.  We meant to, but just never managed to.  I’m happy to report that this old favorite still offers some great food.  And at 23 euros, the price wasn’t too bad, either.

A view of the restaurant from the side as you drive down Vaihinger Strasse toward Mohringen.

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