While aimlessly wandering last night after arriving vaguely looking for a place to eat or get a beverage, the man-cub spotted a schnitzel place called FiglMüller. It had been in operation since 1905, with virtually no changes to the menu. We looked to see if we could get in and discovered a long line, so we decided to try it midday tomorrow (today) to avoid any lines. I don’t know if it was the holiday, or just the way the place is, but it was packed at 1:15 and we were told we needed to make a reservation — for the middle of the afternoon! So, of course, we did. Walking around for another hour would just whet our appetites, and that would be just fine.
The schnitzel was good; I had chicken, and the man-cub had pork. I thought the bread was the real deal, though. Salty topped with sesame seeds. Almost like a pretzel. Paired with a Riesling, potatoes and a cucumber salad, we rolled our fat asses out and back to the ABB, to rest and digest. I wanted to see what the area looked like with the lights I saw strung up everywhere.