I cannot believe I blew my schnitzel wad on that

I have to say that, tonight, I had my first really bad food experience in Germany.

We went to a place called "Paradox" in the village of Ramstein-Misenbach (which may actually be spelled differently, but google maps is just too far of a click away for me to check right now).

We ordered nachos for the table, chicken tenders for Ari, some kind of flat bread pizza thing for Amy, and then Jagerschnitzle for me.

Why? because I love me some pork, pounded flat, breaded and fried, served with brown gravy, mushrooms and french fries.  Don't knock it 'till you try it.

We chose to eat outside, because it was a nice cool evening, and the inside was a bar, where people were smoking.

The first course, the nachos, came 45 minutes after we ordered it.  I was a little pissed, but, they were playing great 80's music, so I was rocking out (but a little pissed, and getting hungry).

As it turns out, the Germans eat their nachos with BBQ sauce. It's an interesting mix.

20 minutes later, Ari's chicken tenders and my schnitzel came out.  Amy's meal, as it happens, was dropped on the floor, and so they had to make another one.

But I had my schnitzel, so all was good in the world.

Let me explain that I love schnitzel. I LOVE schnitzel.  I have put a limit on the amount of schnitzel I can eat during the week.  I get one schnitzel. ONE.  And my week, nay, my life revolves around the mystery day of the week where my schnitzel embraces me with it's golden arms of love.

Today was going to be that day.

And then, the unthinkable happened.

A German restaurant made horrible schnitzel.  It was hard, overcooked (not sure how you dry out something that is fried...but they managed to do this) and tasked like old boot funk.

I left disillusioned and broken.

It's still hard to talk about.

Anyway.

Other things:

I looked at a Land Rover Defender the other day.  It was too beat up and the guy was asking too much (also there were some issues with the engine and gas milage that the guy wasn't being totally open with me about).

For those asking, Ari is doing great in daycare.  It is a small class and he is already best friends with the cute girl in his class.  There have been, however, a few incidents where another kid has smacked him in the face.  I'm pretty sure that I wouldn't punch a two year old, but I'd be lying that the thought hadn't crossed my mind.

Amy got her truck this week.  It is amazing how different the gas milage (kilometerage?) is between the diesel cars we had rented for the last month and Panzer is. Thank the Maker (what's up C3PO?) that we don't have to pay taxes on the gas we buy.

The large black dog bed that we shipped on April 24th showed up today.  There was grave concern that it wasn't going to make it...which would have sucked, because Harley has been sleeping on the bed with us and it has really been hurting my sleep (with Bucky usually somewhere around my head and Harley wedged in someplace else, I would just lay awake at night sweating, covered in animal).

We move into our new place on Tuesday, so if there is a bit of a blog lag, it is because we don't have internet yet.

Pictures:

Amy inspects Panzer with the only helpful person at the vehicle pick-up and inspection facility.

Ari needed consoling after a bad meal at "Paradox"

Nachos.  With BBQ sauce. Also, Amy's pizza thing that came so long after  Ari and I ate that Amy had to eat the nachos (no BBQ sauce was harmed during this meal).

Weird fountain in the middle of town.  Everything was cats.