The restaurant is extremely tiny, though in good weather the patio would extend their eating area. We had timed our diner well and after a short wait (happily spent checking out the dessert case) we were seated.
The small size of the restaurant and rather large party seated next to us meant our meal was rather loud. Given the lack of sound damping, it’s dubious that it would ever truly be a quiet place, but adding a large group caused us to strain to hear each other.
Our drink orders and menu selections were taken quickly–two soft drinks and two chicken Berlins, though the hubby and I opted for different sides. I stayed with my beloved pan fried potatoes and chose a salad with ranch. The hubby went for mashed potatoes (no gravy) and the broccoli and cheddar soup.
Rolls had materialized nearly as soon as we were seated, so once we had our orders squared away we tucked in.
I studied the detailed garden murals on the walls around us as we chatted. A few minutes lady an older woman with a German accent came bearing our starters–the salad and the soup. I wondered if this was Hildegard herself, but not quickly enough to ask.
The hubby was well pleased with his soup (shown at the top of this post), reporting that it was cheesy with chunks of real broccoli.
Not long after we finished our starters, our meals arrived. Huge schnitzels took over most of the large dinner plates, surrounded by equally heaping servings of the side dishes.
The pan fried potatoes were soft with a smokey, bacony flavor, though no bacon was in evidence. The slaw was sharply vinegary, red cabbage and shredded carrots met with a liberal application of black pepper.
Midway through our entree, my hubby ran low on his diet Coke and we began casting about for a server. It took several attempts to finally catch someone’s eye and we noticed longer and longer delays between checkins as our meal went on. However, given that there appeared to only be one server for the entire restaurant (plus one hostess and the maybe-Hildegard who had brought out our food), they may very well have been short staffed that night.
Too full to manage dessert just then, we decided to get a slice each of the German chocolate cake and the blueberry cheesecake to take home. They ended up in the refrigerator until the next day when we pulled them out for a lovely Saturday brunch. (What? Cake is totally a breakfast food.)
Needless to say, despite the somewhat lagging service towards the end of the meal, my husband and I were completely won over. The chicken Berlin and cheesecake were brilliantly executed. Even the usually tired iceburg salad was made astonishing and new with a superb dressing. We will absolutely be back.
Total for the meal: $52.16 (Includes two soft drinks, two dinners, and two slices of cake)
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