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| - Wow - I've got problems. It's been 5 days since I last set foot in this German wunderhosen (what is that?! I don't know. Just roll with it) and with a grumbling belly I decided to read the mouth-watering reviews written by my secret schnitzel society. I call them mouth-watering because my mouth is now actually watering, bringing us back to my opening statement.
You know the place - if you've ever taken the Queen streetcar in an easterly direction, you've passed it. And I bet you've peered at the seemingly ancient sign, wondering if they truly ARE the Queen of Schnitz. Guess what? I think they are.
Things you need to know:
1. They're only open like, 25 minutes per day. (11-5ish on most days, I think)
2. The place is miniscule. The sandwiches are much bigger than the space. There are 4 or 5 bar stools and you can pretty much lean on the wall behind you. However, this gives the spot a very cozy, lunchtime-at-auntie-Fran's-kitchen kinda feel. Just ignore the hordes of people who come in to grab a takeaway lunch.
3. The owners are soooo German and soooo stupendous. Bernard makes schnitz fresh to order (he's got a sandwich named after him, do you?) and his lady (I'm guessing she's his lady) takes the meat on a platter and makes it sandwichy.
Just thinking about that gargantuan... crispy... freshly pounded (like your mom)... oozing... sauerkraut-filled Beyern sandwich (the chicken version) is making me weak in the knees. What I'm saying is that if you're ever craving schnitzel, you want to go to here. (As an aside, I've never had a schnitzel craving because until 5 days ago, I'd never eaten it.) The chicken was perfectly cooked, and was really lovely with the 'kraut, even if it was a sweeter 'kraut than I'm used to.
Best part? This $7 beast was good enough for two meals. Easily. So don't be a little schnitz, and get yourself to this gem.
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