WAS DINNER LURKING IN THE WOODS IN THE BACKGROUND?
October 31 - Small hotels that we have been staying in are consistently clean as can be, with tiled bathrooms, neat, bright rooms and nicely decorated dining and breakfast rooms. Poofy, puffy down bedding is the rule, but the poof still dissolves in the middle of the night. TV is all and only in German. At this rate we may pick up the language by the time we leave the country . We have devised a WONDERFUL way to have a picnic lunch on the road. Breakfast is always included so we have our juice, egg, buns, cheese, cold cuts and coffee at the breakfast table, then prepare another two buns with cheeses and ham or braunzweiger or whatever, then stick it in our BIG green handbag to bring along for LUNCH!! Works great, so far!
Off we go early, driving through the countryside, green expanses divided by picturesque small villages, larger towns and several cities, all still with beautiful Autumn color on the trees and miles and miles of patchwork-quilt-hillsides bright with vineyards in every shade of gold, orange and red that we HAD to photograph. Toward evening the hotel search began again. After several trips around a marketplace and across the same bridge several times, we finally found a room at Hotel Lowenstein in Wertheim near Frankfort. The room is very comfy and we chatted with the manager as we enjoyed a glass of local wine. She thought my German pronunciation was quite good, surprising because I’m only comfortable with about a dozen words: ‘Zwei weiswein, trocken’ (two white wines, please) and ‘doppelzimmer mit douche, bitte’ (double bed and shower, please). We walked, following the manager's suggestion, to a small, old bistro on the walking street and found it crowded with locals, all seeming to enjoy the Special Dinner menu on the little board. We ordered the special, please. “No,” we were told, “You will not enjoy it”. "Yes, we will" we replied. "No, you won't" she insisted. “Is it all gone?” we asked. “No, we have more but you will not enjoy it.” So, “What is it?” we asked. “I don’t know how to say it” the waitress replied, and then added “It’s the little animal that runs in the woods . . . So, please, order something else”. She seemed adamant, so we ordered the rumpsteak mit greenfodder (neat name for a salad!). We'll never know what we missed out on . . .
(Note: To this day, whenever we encounter a mysterious item on a menu, we wonder if it is that ‘little animal that runs in the woods' . . . and we still wonder exactly what that little animal was . . . )