Fuerst Dishes

The ravioli was ok but I thought it was the weakest dish.

The Wiener Schnitzel looked great. I was jealous of the lemon with anchovy and capers.

Mrs D's dish was classic for this time of year. Asparagus spears with hollandaise sauce, new potatoes and various sliced ham on the side. In the US we value thin stalks but in Germany that is not the case. I had a hard time cutting it up for Mrs D. They should include really sharp knives when serving it. The Germans also grow the asparagus in the dirt under black plastic. It's totally white. I'm not sure if that changes the taste.

Fuerst or the Boathouse

Back in the day, Mr D spent a lot of time on this floating Gasthaus. It served a lot of beer and had a dance floor. It's smaller and has been moved but it's the same place as 50+ years ago.

There is a fancy restaurant on top and a cheaper place on the bottom. We opted for the bottom. Mrs D had a plate of German asparagus, new potatoes and slices of ham on the side. Mr D had a Wiener Schnitzel with potato salad. I had ravioli served with lots of cut asparagus.

Our server was kind enough to snap a photo of us. She was a total looker. Even Mrs D remarked how she looked like Sandra Bullock. I thought she look like a family friend, Stasha. I don't think German was her first language.

Return to Alzey

The horse (nicknamed Max) represents Volker von Alzey. Volker is a character in the Nibelungenlied. Mrs D could only think how her great grandchild, Tyler, would enjoy sitting in the saddle. He is quite the cowboy.

I'll have to research it but fountains here always have some small creature like a mouse. I'm not sure what the meaning is.

We decided to have a quick lunch in Alzey. Mr D had a roll with smoked salmon, Mrs D had bean soup and I had a roll with Matje herring. Mrs D was happy as could be. She had been craving bean soup but we hadn't seen any since arriving in Germany. BTW, Matje herring is not pickled but salted and the packed in oil. I've learned that Dutch matjes are lower in salt than German matjes. I've probably eaten more fish in the last 3 weeks than in the last year.

As soon as we finished with the food we moved over a block to wach the fiddle player come out of the tower. It marks the hour and different music plays at different times. I didn't recognise the tune today but last time it was Yesterday by the Beatles

I think Alzey gets the prize for best smaller town we've visited.

Mrs D thinks German toilets are disgusting

This can be quite a shock for a first time visitor. Instead of a toilet bowl like in the US, a lot of German toilets have a shallow pool of water with the exit in the front. This creates a display shelf for you to examine what you have produced. Flushing pushes it forward and down the exit.

I kept threatening Mr & Mrs D with taking a picture of the real thing but in the end I spent a Euro and bought a Snickers bar to show you what I'm describing. As I've said before, Germans love their scat. Or is it that Americans have too many hang ups about it? And no, I didn't rinse it off and give it to Mr D. It ended up in the garbage.