Restaurant Review and Brunch with KPMGers

On Thursday night, Brad and I decided to try the Latin place down the street from our flat called: Caramba. In the process of deciding on where to go, we walked by Café Schmock, an Israeli restaurant, which was packed on a Thursday, (always a good sign) and I put the name in my phone so we could look it up at home. Well, I did and we actually figured out it is a Michelin star winner. How cool! We are definitely going to check this place out.

Anyways, our dinner was delicious and everything went pretty well. However, I felt so bad for Brad. I could tell he was very hungry, so we tried to figure out our order quickly. Wine, an appetizer and Brad went with beef and I ordered a fish dish. Our drinks came quickly, but then the appetizer took forever. It took so long that our entrées actually came beforehand. During our dinner, I said to Brad wouldn’t it be funny if the guacamole never came and we have to try to tell the waitress to take it off our bill. Fast-forward to the end of dinner and that is exactly what happened. Luckily, the waitress spoke enough English and Spanish (surprise) that we were able to straighten it out.

Today, Brad and I went to brunch with the Atchison’s at the Georgenhof. It is a traditional Bavarian restaurant and you guessed it, tons of MEAT! Brad and James had sausages, Cheryl enjoyed a meat/cheese/bread plate and I went with the Muesli and fruit. After a couple of Weiss Biers, we parted ways as the little one needed to eat and take a nap. Brad and I decided to head to an Irish pub located in the city center for some more biers. It was a little hard to find as we had to walk down a small alleyway and then the sign outside said Killians, but when we got inside it was an Australian soccer bar. The bar was packed with a ton of drunken Aussies and I thought if we stayed here it would result in a beer spilling all over me. Therefore, we walked back upstairs and regrouped. After a minute of standing outside, we noticed that people were using another door and then we both saw the sign for Killians. After a pitcher of helles (Brad decided this was the best deal) and a huge basket of fries, we headed home. The bar was cool. Everyone spoke English and the workers appeared to be having a good time…maybe I could work here! We also enjoyed listening to the native Irish man speaking German; you could still hear his accent. Off to watch a movie with Brad, good night!