Last night I had a wonderful meal. Barbara and George, the owners of Mieux, the cat I watch on occasion, took me to the Wycombe Inn for the Oktoberfest special. It was a plate piled high with white sauerkraut, red sauerkraut, Spätzle, Weißwurst, Bratwurst, smoked pork chop, and 2 other meats of unknown name. Although I brought most of it home with me, I ate about 3 times the amount my stomach normally holds. Each bite took me back to a meal or restaurant in Germany. The red sauerkraut reminded me of a restaurant in Dresden, the Weißwurst took me to Spreewald, the porkchop to München, and the weißbier to a biergarten in Rathan. It is no wonder I had dreams of H with all that Germanfleisch swimming in my stomach and brain. My parents went to D’Lorenzo’s and saw Mr. John Beck. For the first time I am not angry I was excluded from a trip to D’Lorenzo’s (a.k.a. the best pizza in the world).
Thanks Barbara and George for an absolutely delicious meal! See you next time, John!