The German restaurant has been recommended to us as soon as people heard we were "German" (well, one outta three is not bad, eh?)
They have a HUGE selection of everything German in their store, but there's no WAY I'll pay $6.50 for a box of 6 Semmel-Knoedel. Ever. They're like 50 cents or a buck in Germany, and my supplier is going back next summer. Nosiree. I'm already making a list.
The dinner was awesome though!! Jared got authentic, amazing Rouladen and I had Kohlrouladen, which Lukas is finishing in the picture. With red cabbage, potatoes, Linsensuppe and rolls to boot, it was a fantastic evening, topped off by a piece of Black Forrest Cake "ooooooohhhhh!- mit der Kirsche!!" says Lukas. He was beyond ecstatic about their huge case of desserts, and said very matter of factly "Ich zeige dir was ich zum Abendbrot essen moechte!" as he pointed to a piece of Schwarzwaldkuchen. Oh, how cute is that little boy. I never tire of his comments, his honesty in his dinner wishes, and his complete joy in little things-- like dessert in a restaurant after an amazing dinner. And you see the lady in the green shirt behind him to the left? She just doted over him, how tall he is,what a good eater he is and what good manners he has. She didn't know that Dad just told him to be on his absolute best behavior because he had to go get in line for the cake. Yes, he was an angel. I'll polish that halo when we get home!