So off we went, taking the tram from Neuss where we are stationed, to downtown Dusseldorf. (You can't even think the word "Dusseldorf" without the German accent, admit it.) How many Masters degrees does it take to figure out the ticket-buying situation at a tram stop in Neuss? Several. That's all I'm saying about that. Nein, das ist nicht gut.
Here's the beauty of a German brewery: they only make one kind of beer - theirs - so that's what you're getting. (Gut.) Within seconds after the 7 of us sat down, 7 beers were placed in front of us. (Gut.) And if the level of your beer got within 2 inches of the bottom of the glass, it was quickly replaced. (Gut.)
Delirious from jet-lag hunger (oh, and I was convinced to go jogging pretty much immediately upon arrival in Neuss after not having slept on the overnight flight) we all quickly agreed to not belabor the ordering process by choosing the one thing on the menu that seemed as though it would feed all of us:
Note: anything utilizing the syllables "wurst" or "speck" refers to a meat product. The remaining 3 items were either cheese or eggs.
And here's what it brought us:
Remember that previous blog entry about seeking out the veggies? Yeah. I did my best to try to consume more than my fair share of the pickles, onions, and tomatoes here. We consumed this behemoth in about 10 minutes flat. We were that hungry.
But we still wanted dessert, and this place didn't have any. So I asked, in my non-existant German: "Wo ist zehr gut apfelstrudel?" (Translation: "where is very good apple strudel?" And probably the grammar is all mixed up and I'm missing an article.) To which our server responds, quite seriously, "Austria."
Nonetheless, he gave us directions to another restuarant nearby.
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