Of course, by Fuzzy Little Foreigner, I am referring to me and the fact that I went on a 10 day trip in Germany. I went on strike and didn’t shave my legs (I know TMI) until the night before I came home. Can you say Woooolie-Boooooger?
I never realized eating in a forgein country would be so damn difficult.
First, I am the second pickiest eater you will ever meet in your life, behind my step-son… he’d have starved to death.
Ok, being the typical American tourist type, not to mention a closed minded, livin in the box kinda girl, I never realized that Chinese people that run a chinese restaurant in Germany wouldn’t speak English. It was odd to me that they spoke Chinese and German. But, the place was across the street from our hotel, and smelled really, really good.
Won-Ton Soup: #3 on the menu.
Mini-Spring Roll: #2 on the menu.
Cashew Chicken: #42 on the menu.
Best Won-Ton Soup I ever have consumed… EVER.
Since I am afraid of anything ending in -wurst or-snitzel, I steered clear of tradtional German food. God forbid I pork-peniswurst or something like that. It’s not like I can translate German to English very well.
We were in Pforzheim the first several days, so, we ate Chinese food at the same place on Sunday and Monday nights.
The Tuesday night, we switched off for some Itatlian. The spinich manacotti was yum and the wine was a-flowin.
The Wednesday night, we were gonna give the Brazilian place a crack, but I wussed out, paid for my beer and ran away. The couldn’t speak English and I couldn’t figure out anything but shrimp from the Brazilian/German menu and I don’t do shrimp. So, we ended up back at the Chinese place again, where we were greeted with..”Hello. You wanta Coka Light and Hotta Tea, yes?”
With a sweet smile I tell her, “Of course and can we have the same table by the window?”
I know she had to be thinking… Crazy American bitch won’t eat anything.
Then we went to Hannover…
Thursday night we ate food from the hotel bar, which is always tasty with beer.
Friday night, we had another awesome Italian dinner with the owner of my company.
Then to Munich…
Saturday night, I finally broke down. Mom took me to a Beer Garten (pub) in Munich. Oktoberfest was over, but you couldn’t tell it by the guy on the table who had a bucket on his head and was leading the whole place in a sing-along.
After several pints of some delicious brew, I was starting to pack a nice buzz.
So, I broke down and ate stewed steak smothered in roasted onions (DAYUM!!) and potatoes.
The beer was the best ever though. It didn’t have that watery as piss taste to it.
Sunday night, we found us another Chinese place. It was pretty tasty too.
So, I guess I totally blew the opportunity to expand my culinary palate… NOT!
I do know one thing for shizzly: Germany has the corner on the ice cream market. It was grub, and I had my fair share.