In keeping with the theme of revisiting old restaurhaunts, we are back at the German Schnitzel Emporium today. On our previous visit, we learned a lot about sauces and consumed a mountain of fried meaty goodness.
The human female is ordering her usual, the Wiener Schnitzel.
I understand that she has a lemon out in the car, since the last time she came, the kitchen was actually out of lemons, which means she ate Nekkid Schnitzel.
This place is fun, because there is a lot to look at while we wait for the food.
Sigyn, please tell me you checked to see if that was lit before you clambered up and in.
The half-liter steins are quaint, but not terribly comfortable for sitting in.
Fisi, I suspect you do not want to eat that. It may be calorie-free, gluten-free, and kosher, but I hear it causes cancer in laboratory hyenas.
Sigyn is admiring the checked ribbon on the menu’s spine. Contemplating a new frock, my love?
The human male’s beer has arrived. It is a Dunkel something-or-other.
I guess if I lean over a bit more, it will be a Dunkeloki!
Our meals are here!
Bad Fisi! Let go! Sigh. I can’t take that beast anywhere, and I suspect it may be time to get Fisi’s eyesight checked, as hyenas are not generally known for their love of potatoes.
On ever prior visit, the Dessert of the Day has been something chocolate, and the human female has been forced to sit and watch while others partake. Today, though, the menu features vanilla cake!
And there is great rejoicing!