This week I’ve been spending a lot of time with one team in particular. Tonight, 12 of us went to dinner at Rheinische Republik, which I was told, is a real (ie – commoner) German restaurant … the type any visitor must make time for during a visit Hamburg.
Places like this are not only about the food – I took away much more than that tonight. The celebration, endlessly flowing beer, and old world charm, all combined to create a great atmosphere.
Of course it was a given that I would have the Schnitzel, my only real decision being what variety. The menu is strictly German language and as a joke, I was not offered guidance with menu translation. Purposely, my colleagues left me on my own to order, laughing jovially at my futile efforts to decipher and navigate the menu.
As it turns out, I ordered veal and it was quite good. Not as good as my meal last night, but I definitely appreciate and understand the rationale underlying their suggestion for dining here. I had a wonderful evening, but drank way too much Kölsch.
As I type this post, it’s nearly 11:30pm local time and I am a bit buzzed at the moment. Hopefully, my boss and company CEO will not notice my ‘comfortably numb’ state when I dial into a conference call a few minutes from now.