Not even sure what to name this post...
While singing "Mother freedom" (previous post) I got hit with the urge for beer and Tiroler Schnitzel Bites from one of my favorite restaurants Chef Paul's Bavarian-Lodge.
I pick Kim up and I hint around that that's what I would like for dinner on this cold and rainy night. Kim doesn't even bat an eye and suggests I give my buddy Steve a call. He convinced his wife and actually turned off the burners under their already cooking dinner to meet us. A few hours later, having been sated by the ultimate in cold weather food, I quickly realized there aren't many people I could call at 5:30, who already have dinner cooking that would turn the burner off for a friend...
Love ya Steve!
18 comments:
Steve's a good guy.
Damn you, Doug. I was happily eating my blueberries, shredded wheat, Fiber One, and skimmed milk. Then I began reading your post. Then I went to the restaurant link to see what Schniztel bites are. And then I read the rest of the menu. And then? I gagged down my remaining breakfast...
Well I guess when Steve and I organize our beer and sausage cruise on der Rhine (unofficially being called the "Canal Crawl") you'll just have to stay home...
John can come but he has to bring the horseradish.
I don't think I want to be as knowledgeable as your sister. I'll trust you -- and assume it was a great night.
Serf & terf. . . nerf. . . derf. . .
You don't suck.
People, people, let's get this straight. I gagged on today's Colon Blow because I wanted to be eating the Schnitnel bites. I LOOOOOVE this food. I can so too come with John on the Canal Crawl. In fact, I was in Munich at the Olympic Grounds in 1973 (yeah, go ahead - do the math) eating Weiswurst and drinking beer (mmmmm) before you were double digits!!!!!
ahhhh....the way I read it.
"I looked at the menu and gagged"
After re reading your post, you are most welcome to crawl with us.
secondly...
YOU WENT TO GERMANY???
The summer of 1973 I left WS the day after school ended and flew to NYC. One week later I met up with a Milligan buddy and we backpacked through Europe, strictly on the continent - no GB, no Scandanavia, no Greece. Munich may have been my favorite city. I came home the day before school began. What a 10-week adventure! You and Al were busy getting stuck in garbage cans. Oh, wait - that was just Al. Sorry...
Well I'll be. I had no idea. How in blazes did you convince the rents that this was a good idea? I'm scratching my head here...
Convince the parents? I had finished two years of teaching, had begun grad school, and it was cicada summer ('56, '73, '90,'07). I don't recall asking - I just went! Boy, just thinking about that summer makes me thirsty for beer and weisswurst.
. . .Milligan grads excel. Especially when it comes to beer and wurst! ; )
Man, I don't do too bad now. Imagine if I went to Milligan.
Just wanted to say that in the comments for this post, I've seen the best, and I've seen the wurst.
you ARE and Aubrey...
True Doug story: There's 15 years between us. I married another English teacher. When Doug was in hs or just recently out, John and I were driving to Springfield for an IATE (Illinois Association of Teachers of English) convention. We mentioned this little trip to Doug, and he said in all sincerity: What do you guys do? Sit around and bore each other?
Perhaps that qualifies for the real wurst.
That is the Doug White I know and love!
Hey, no one made you go to a boring English convention.
I can see it now a bunch of English teacher conventioneers throwing paper bags filled with water out hotel room windows, dangling participles around to each other, passing each other notes, written in red pen, riddled with run on sentences and stuff...oh yeah a ton of fun.
Gee, what else goes on at an English Teachers Convention?
Scene one:
Meeting starts and a hand goes up.
"Yes sir?"
"Is it still "I" before "E" except..."
"Why yes it is..."
"Cool, I'm outta here, nothing has changed"
"OK, convention over, see ya next year!"
Close curtain:
Is that how it was?
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