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| - Sunday was my friend Dave's anniversary, sadly his wife passed away in December. We had a memorial for her Saturday night, and Sunday Dave invited me to dinner for his anniversary, not that I'm as good looking as Kris was. We decided on Papadeaux, but I'd forgotten that this week was Mardi Gras and they were packed. Dave was lamenting the passing of Felsen Haus when I remembered that there's a great German restaurant in Glendale. Having never been there before, I didn't have a clue what the name was, but Yelp, searching for German and Glendale, led me right there. And after a quick call, we found out there was no wait and headed across town.
Dave served in the Army in Germany, and he really liked his meal. He found the menu very impressive and enjoyed flexing his German language muscles with the staff. His schnitzel was not the precise one he was looking for, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.
Me, I had the Tirol chicken, and was pleased. I am anti-fungus and was able to avoid the mound placed on my plate, I should have asked if they were incorporated in what I thought was a sauce or were on the side and could have had them removed.
Sadly, I'm not a beer drinker (yet: we're going to Europe next year, that could change) and didn't have one. Dave had a half liter of something or other and was quite pleased, said it was definitely like he had when he was based there.
Definitely recommended. Very good food, excellent staff. Well worth the trip.
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