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| - First visit to Das Schnitzel Haus was a positive one.
We called an hour ahead and asked if we could have a table at 7pm. The young lady who answered the phone seemed a bit unsure if she could get a table for us, but we overheard a man tell her to tell us all would be fine.
Parking is a premium. The lot was completely full so we parked two doors over (at our own risk, signs everywhere about private parking, etc.. but the building there was closed so we chanced it).
When we walked in there was no hostess stand, no sign or direction as to tell you where to go. This was a mild put-off. A German grandmotherly-type woman came up to us and we explained we had called ahead. All was good, but it'd be a little wait (which was fine because we got there quite early). We perched at a tiny two-top at the bar and waited.
It was close to 20 after 7pm when she took us to our table. The service here is a bit... inconsistent, but not what I'd call bad. It took some time for our initial table greet to come. In fact, we had time to review the entire menu and make our selections. The server came and asked if we knew what we'd like to drink. She was not in the least irritated that we wanted to place our entire order. After she left, no less than three different people came and asked if we'd been helped. Odd.
After another moderately lengthy wait, the grandmotherly-lady came to our table and asked what we ordered. Uh-Oh. No worries, though. Our food was ready, actually and it came 20 seconds after that. Potato pancakes and pierogi.
You know that scene in Ratatouille when restaurant critic Anton Ego takes his first bite and has an ethereal flashback?
That totally happened.
Potato pancakes. 1981. Mainz, Germany. I was 5 years old. Oh. My. God.
Everything was prepared with care. The pierogi were good, but you can get those anywhere in Cleveland. I had the pork schnitzel and my girl had the jager schnitzel (served with mushroom gravy). They were especially crispy and delicious... and huge. We're both used to a particular recipe of German potato salad- from the German ladies of Tennessee- and this potato salad was not exactly our favorite. It was prepared well, but for us wasn't quite right for us. Just a preference thing; I'm sure. The cabbage was very good, though. Next time I think I'll try a different set of sides with my meal; because folks, there's going to be a next time. Oh yes, there will be a next time.
Das Schnitzel Haus really could use some work in the organization of their customer service, but they were all very friendly. We enjoyed our visit and personally, I can't wait to go back for more potato pancakes.
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