Gastoff-Peters
Last night, Probst and I went to Gastoff Peters, which is a little restaurant probably twenty minutes or so from her house. On the way there, she assured me that it was delicious. She and Jon go there for every special occasion.
The place was really not like traditional restaurants in the states. It was really in a house of average size, for the Germans. When you enter, you immediately ran into the bar. To the left was a room with longer tables to seat more people, and the other dining area was to the right, equipped with smaller tables for two to four people. It was so small! There were only two rows of tables, and a generous allowance for walking space. The place could not have accommodated more than 30 people.
Of course, the menus were in German, but the wait-staff spoke fair English and were very kind. I got a beer which Probst recommended. Visen? She said that wasn't the brand or anything, but she suspected it was the type (lager, amber, dark, etc.). After much discussion, I decided on the Schweinemedaillons and Probst on the "Rumpsteak." Both these dishes were followed by long German words, which Probst knew from the past meant some variety of potato. I figured, pork medallions and potatoes equals win.
The beer that came back to me was one of the best beers I've ever had in my life. It was between a lager and an amber beer, and was very smooth to drink. I can't even describe the taste. But it was like Heaven in a cup! A 22 oz. cup, to be precise. By the middle of that beer, I was beginning to feel intoxicated (I hadn't eaten all day, and most German beers have a higher alcohol content). Damned if I didn't drink a second one though.
Our soup came, and it was amazing. It may have been the best soup I've ever had. It was a beef-based light broth, with strange noodles in it and some vegetables. But dinner. Nothing compared to my dinner. I did indeed get pork medallions. But they were wrapped in bacon. Behold, I'm not done! Wrapped in bacon and covered in cheese. I died of joy. The cheese was brie, for the record, and was delicious. There was also a type of hollandaise sauce. Snow peas and breaded potato pancakes, perhaps with a hint of cheese themselves, accompanied the meat. Oh my God, it was so good. For dessert we had a kind of flan with caramel and almonds.
That was my first German dining experience. Well, real German dining experience, because I'm pretty sure the Chi Chi's in Belgium doesn't count. Probst got a sweet white wine which was also to die for. She promised we would return them sometime before I leave.
I'll toss a couple pictures up here when I get around to it.
Quote of the day: She looks like a foot...
The place was really not like traditional restaurants in the states. It was really in a house of average size, for the Germans. When you enter, you immediately ran into the bar. To the left was a room with longer tables to seat more people, and the other dining area was to the right, equipped with smaller tables for two to four people. It was so small! There were only two rows of tables, and a generous allowance for walking space. The place could not have accommodated more than 30 people.
Of course, the menus were in German, but the wait-staff spoke fair English and were very kind. I got a beer which Probst recommended. Visen? She said that wasn't the brand or anything, but she suspected it was the type (lager, amber, dark, etc.). After much discussion, I decided on the Schweinemedaillons and Probst on the "Rumpsteak." Both these dishes were followed by long German words, which Probst knew from the past meant some variety of potato. I figured, pork medallions and potatoes equals win.
The beer that came back to me was one of the best beers I've ever had in my life. It was between a lager and an amber beer, and was very smooth to drink. I can't even describe the taste. But it was like Heaven in a cup! A 22 oz. cup, to be precise. By the middle of that beer, I was beginning to feel intoxicated (I hadn't eaten all day, and most German beers have a higher alcohol content). Damned if I didn't drink a second one though.
Our soup came, and it was amazing. It may have been the best soup I've ever had. It was a beef-based light broth, with strange noodles in it and some vegetables. But dinner. Nothing compared to my dinner. I did indeed get pork medallions. But they were wrapped in bacon. Behold, I'm not done! Wrapped in bacon and covered in cheese. I died of joy. The cheese was brie, for the record, and was delicious. There was also a type of hollandaise sauce. Snow peas and breaded potato pancakes, perhaps with a hint of cheese themselves, accompanied the meat. Oh my God, it was so good. For dessert we had a kind of flan with caramel and almonds.
That was my first German dining experience. Well, real German dining experience, because I'm pretty sure the Chi Chi's in Belgium doesn't count. Probst got a sweet white wine which was also to die for. She promised we would return them sometime before I leave.
I'll toss a couple pictures up here when I get around to it.
Quote of the day: She looks like a foot...