Friday isn’t really much of a Friday, since Paul has to work Saturdays. But we try to at least go out and do something in the early evening. Which is harder than it sounds, because restaurants and things tend to open at like, 8pm here. But this Friday, after much debate (and by debate I mean an hour of “I don’t care” “What do you want to eat”) we found a German restaurant just a few miles from our apartment. It was called ‘Bier Stube Treff’, which means ‘beer parlor’ basically. #ThanksGoogleTranslate

It was a huge place, and definitely German. There were personal steins locked up with little padlocks, authentic decorations everywhere, and the food!

Oh my goodness! Paul had a ginormous plate of random German things, including sauerkraut, fried potatoes, sausages, cheese ball things, an egg and ham, roasted peppers, and the most amazing sourdough-type bread!

Me, being the picky one, wasn’t sure what half of the menu said, so I played it safe with a steak. It came on a bed of lettuce and Parmesan shavings, with a drizzle of balsamic. And it was amazing. The pictures don’t do them justice, the plates were huge.

And of course, a German restaurant requires beer. Paul had a liter of some dark beer. And I had a Coke. Because that is all they serve here, soda-wise. We also ordered a bottle of water, which came with the tiniest glasses. Like, shot glasses of water. Of course, as Paul becomes more stressed out at work, his ratio of beer to water adjusts accordingly.

So that was our Friday. We ate early (for here) and were back home by 8:45pm. Paul had to work the next morning, but we made good use of Saturday afternoon. #StayTuned