I have married a rather rockin’ dude. He is capable of doing whatever he sets his mind to. He is a great rock, and foil to my own shortcomings. He’s always got a great head on his shoulders – he can always be counted upon to have the most logical solution to a problem without getting emotionally vested. He hardly ever complains. He can whip up a multi-course feast out of the paltriest of pantries in the blink of an eye.
Combine all that with being wildly smart, witty, and handsome? Well, he’s quite the winning combination.
For his recent birthday fete, we went to check out Wolff’s Biergarten with some friends. Ellsbells, Life of My Mouth and her partner, mi madre, and another buddy met up one eve with us to scarf some German food and quaff some biers.
On your actual birthday, you get a 2 liter boot of beer for free. I was expecting something similar to Bomber’s birthday margarita (where you and your friends buy something like $15 of drinks/stuff and then you get a free margarita), but this was absolutely gratis.
Somehow I managed to only get pictures of Albany John holding the big boot, so I had to use my poor GIMP-ing skills to crop him out of the above picture. But you do get to see how big the boot is!
I have recently developed a distate for beer and have never been a real wine gal, so I opted for the Lindemann’s Framboise. It was $12.50 for a small bottle. Woo, a little steep! But it tastes like fresh, ripe, juicy raspberries with some bubbles, and if it is all you are going to drink, I highly recommend it. (Oh, and don’t worry, every beer lover I know is giving me grief for not liking beer at the moment. I want to like beer again, too!)
The curry sauce had a really nice little kick to it, too. I think I would next like to get currywurst.
Albany John got the bratwurst platter for $8.50. 2 snappy sausages with potato salad and warm saurkraut. I think he stole my bun. These were quite good. I like bratwurst, especially with a snappy skin. The potato salad was smashed red potatoes loaded with garlic and I kept stealing bites when Albany John wasn’t looking.
They had veal weinerschnitzel as a special when we were there. Normally all of their schnitzels are pork based, so when I saw veal, I hopped on it! At $12.50, this was fantastic! I tried to load up on the warm saurkraut as a healthy thing so I wouldn’t eat too much, but I ate every last bit of these delicious breaded patties. The outside was crisp and well seasoned with garlic and salt, and the inner thin layer of veal was meltingly tender. The fresh lemon was a nice touch too. Normally I don’t like the combination of citrus + justaboutanythingelse, but it highlighted different flavors. And it wasn’t the least bit oily, either.
I wasn’t too crazy about the spatzel (a pasta noodle type dish). They were smothered in butter (yum), but a bit too tough and bland for me. I think next time I’ll see if they could switch up the spatzel for fries (or pommes frites). I begged of a fry from Ellsbells, and they were also very tasty. Then again my stomach was filled up with tastiness of veal, and I didn’t overeat.
Am I clear enough that I was fanatical for the veal schnitzel? Man, I could eat that every day.
Oh, oh, oh! I forgot about the mustards. They were great! The yellow mustard wasn’t just ‘yellow’ and blah tasting, it was just like a more mellow version of the darker mustard (which was nice and spicy!).
Here is Albany John’s 1 litre glass of beer. It was a hefeweizen that he said had some clove flavor. He absolutely loved it and spent a long time savoring it. As the night wore on, we saw other people with boots as well, having a great time.
Overall, I can’t wait until our next visit to Wolff’s. There was a great mix of people there, not really one type of crowd. The moods were really festive, and it got packed the later it got. They have ping pong and darts, and the parking (street only) wasn’t a problem either. Price wise, this is a nice and afforable time in a relaxed, celebratory atmosphere (seriously, EVERYONE seemed to be smiling and laughing). Albany John’s parents and my Dad cannot wait to come check this place out.