Last night we went out for a team dinner right after work with some visiting co-workers from Denver. The restaurant was packed and noisy and VERY German, and in a really cute little old section of town. Someone said they’d been there once, twenty years ago, and nothing at all had changed. Not even the waiter.

I had a delicious schnitzel and sauerkraut soup (YUM! I want to make this!) and Travis had the deep-fried pork knuckle thing that he loves. It was all very delicious and very filling. And very long.

German dinners out are never fast. If you make a reservation, that table is yours for the entire evening. They will not speed you along to get the next set of bodies in, will not drop the bill at your table and say “I don’t want to rush you, but pay me when you’re ready,” (which is totally rushing, if you think about it). Dinner took FOUR LONG HOURS. And it was lovely to chitchat and enjoy ourselves, but I had work to do at home AND a blog entry to write about Berlin.

As you can tell, only one of those two things got done.

So, Berlin entry coming soon… hang in there.