For last Thursday's dinner, Randi suggested we take Neil out for schnitzle. Since my last schnitzle experience at Austria was so good, I was obviously excited. We went to a different restaurant, about a half block away also called Austria but it was much smaller and less formal. The schnitzle was incrementally less-tasty, but still very tasty. Melissa and I went splitsies on the pork and the veal. The pork was my fave.
After dinner, we went to a bar in our neighborhood that Randi knew about. It was really nice to go out in our own area! It's been awesome to have Melissa to commute with but I miss the days of walking everywhere (and not just because I'm a crazy walker lady, because stuff was close!)
The bar did a good job and I would totally go back there. They gave us water, for free and unrequested pretty sure it was the first time either of those things happened. Here are a couple pictures. look at those random boots, what do you think they were doing there by the coat rack?
but alas, they did not give us enough water because Friday was the worst day at work ever.
After what seemed like a 20 hour work day, I hit the 'ol U1 to go sign up for German class and the least soothing thing happened. The panhandling accordian man who is on our train almost every day was there, doing his thing. It's like he knows what car we're in.
After a stereotypical interaction where the German school told me I couldn't sign up for two non-consecutive weeks because it's just not done (But why? We just don't. Why not? We just don't...etc) I did a little exploration of the Schöneberg neighborhood. Jackpot! Asian grocery store! If I love German grocery stores at a 10, Asian grocery stores are an 11. Plus it was open until 21:00 so I could take my sweet time. I stocked up on tea, ginger candy, and other classics:
After dinner, we went to a bar in our neighborhood that Randi knew about. It was really nice to go out in our own area! It's been awesome to have Melissa to commute with but I miss the days of walking everywhere (and not just because I'm a crazy walker lady, because stuff was close!)
but alas, they did not give us enough water because Friday was the worst day at work ever.
After what seemed like a 20 hour work day, I hit the 'ol U1 to go sign up for German class and the least soothing thing happened. The panhandling accordian man who is on our train almost every day was there, doing his thing. It's like he knows what car we're in.
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