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| - This is an OK place, but it's German more in theory than practice.
The entrance is by the bar. I walked inside and looked around, seeing no one (around 5:45 on a weeknight). Finally I spotted someone who looked like a waitress moving around some tables down the hall. When I told her I wanted dinner, she said something like "Ruth will take care of you" and turned back to her empty tables. Of course, I had no idea who Ruth (or whatever the name) was. But I wandered down the hall and into the dining room, where the first woman had disappeared. A faint sound of conversation led me around another corner to an unattended hostess stand. Eventually someone noticed me and led me to a table.
The inner dining room was fairly busy for a weeknight (helped along, no doubt, by the early bird specials). So busy that I had to wait at least 10 minutes for my decaf coffee. (A word about the early birds: Though it doesn't say so on the menu, they're not just cheaper than regular dining hours; they're half-size portions at two-thirds the price, at least for the goulash.)
So I went for the full-portion goulash, with a bean salad side. DO NOT pick the bean salad side. It was bland, and such a small portion that I can only assume the house salad I could have chosen instead must be just one leaf of lettuce.
The "goulash" came with spaetzle and sauerkraut. I had considered asking for red cabbage instead, but I'm glad I didn't. The kraut was great -- a little spicy but not too vinegary. The main part of the plate was something I wouldn't call authentic goulash (and I've had that in Hungary and Austria). Pretty bland gravy. However, the beef was tender and there was a lot of it -- enough for a full second meal the next day.
It took so long to get a waitress' attention when I was done that I skipped dessert; the choices on the menu didn't look too exciting.
It's not a place I would return to again and again, but it's not bad and probably a good place to take your grandma.
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