After the game at Wrigley, the boys and I stopped by a German beer hall that I had found recommended on Beer Advocate and CitySearch. I can’t say enough about this place, it was just amazing. The weather was wonderful, about 74 degrees, the food was amazing, the beers were big and refreshing, and I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed myself more on a night out with the guys.
As I said, the food was awesome. This was the pork chop my father ordered. More like a ham steak. Hank got the blood and liver sausages (above and to the right of the pork chop) but they were a little much for him. Tim had the schnitzel, while Larry and I had some amazing bratwursts–probably the best I’ve ever had. Larry also ordered some potato pancakes; sorry Sam, but these were better than anything you and I’ll ever make. The food comes out of a kitchen that’s no bigger than a half-kitchen in a Manhattan apartment and the two cooks working in it never stop. I came across one of the two cooks in the bathroom and, after seeing he washed his hands, told him the food was delicious. In heavily-accented English, he told me it might be delicious, but two people weren’t enough to cook for all the people eating!