BERLINER KINDL
After dropping things off at Goodwill in Black Mountain and stopping at the Advance Auto Parts for a new (expensive) battery for the Honda, Susie and I decided to eat dinner in Black Mountain and picked Berliner Kindl.
My wife Kathe was German, refusing to become a USA naturalized citizen. She would not eat in Berliner Kindl or any other German restaurant in Asheville. To her none of them were authentic. They played oompah German music and wore outlandish German Lederhausen and didn’t cook real German food. So we never went.
But a month or two ago an Austrian friend of ours, Gerlinde Boright, sent us a video of her relatives in Eisenherz, Austria sitting in a Gasthaus and singing Austrian folk songs together. The Gasthaus had tables and shaped chairs very like Berliner Kindl, and the whole room full of relatives were wearing traditional Austrian costumes and the songs were traditional Austrian songs, even a little like oompah music. They were having a marvelous time and they could just as well have been sitting in Berliner Kindl. So I don’t know if Kathe would have approved of us thinking Berliner Kindl wasn’t so bad in comparison, but we found it homey.
SINGING IN EISENHERZ
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Susie had a dunkelbier and potato pancakes with apple sauce and I had bratwurst and red cabbage and Bratkartoffel. We both felt very nostalgic, knew we weren’t in Germany, but felt a little like it and had a good time. We’ll go again.
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