Yesterday, a group of 10 of us got together and went to this restaurant called Schnitzel Platz. They had their Oktoberfest setup with all the tables stacked in a long row. They didn’t have any festive music, but the place was relatively empty. That’s good, because I heard this place could get rowdy. A group of 33 of my frat bros were coming on Saturday.

They didn’t have a beer menu, but I knew that I wanted some Spaten, anyways. I gave my order to the server, and he gave me this blank stare. He asked, “do you like light? dark?” Spaten, I said again. My buddy saw my frustration with the server and ordered me a liter of Deutch-asdfjkl;…something. I dont know. Nonetheless, it was good. But while the server was bringing out the drinks he asked “who ordered the Spaten?” and took it to the guy at the end of the table. I shook my head and thought “you @$**#%.”

This place was known for serving drinks in a boot. Supposedly, it’s a large glass boot that holds 2 L. No one at our table ordered one, but from the size of the 1 L steins they were huge.

For the meal, I’m at loss for whenever English is the second language on a menu. So, I shared 2 sample platters with 2 other guys. It had a variety of sausages that were all tasty, a bit of pork, red cabbage, and saurkraut. For appetizers, we had potato pancakes. They looked like fried pancakes, and we ate them with applesauce and sourcreme. It was a delightful combination.

As one my friends was finishing up his sausages, he had a plate of about 5 pieces left. He told us not to let the server take his plate. So, he used the international sign for “I’m not done,” and put his phone on the plate. I…guess…that makes sense. No? It did work.