First, I found a new restaurant--the Old Christmas Station located in downtown Frankenmuth, Michigan.
I walked in the main door on the side of the building and found myself magically stepping into Europe. Music from France, Germany, and Italy, played with interludes from a German radio announcer. My German is a bit rusty, so I'm not exactly sure what was said, and I didn't care. This cozy restaurant transported me to one of many restaurants I'd visited in France, Switzerland, and Germany.
A waiter came to our table. He was dressed in a white shirt, black pants as many waiters do in Europe. He didn't carry paper and pencil but slighly leaned forward as if fully engaged in the dining experience. We listened to his question and while we considered what we would order to drink, he stood with straight leg, patiently waiting our answer. European dining, even for lunch, is never rushed. Always appreciated.
We started with coffee served on a silver tray. Notice the small creamer. The plate including sugar, cream, spoon, napkin alongside the cup and saucer is typical fare even for a coffee shop along the Rhine River.
We chose a three course meal.
I ordered a salad and was pleasantly surprised at the presentation. Notice how the ingredients are gracfully clumped over a bed of lettuce. Insodoing, dazzling red, orange and green colors woo diners to begin their meal. I gently drizzled dressing from the cup and tasted. Ooo. Such vibrant, balsamic flavor! Not too oily or vinegary like what is made in Italy.
For the second course, my hubby ordered a German dish, wiener schnitzel with house made spätzle. He lived in Germany for many years and his heritage is German, so his expectations were based on what his mother used to make. From his first bite, I could tell the gravy-coated breaded pork and delicate house made spätzle transported him even farther back to his grandmother's home. There was not one word of conversation after that point. He was far too enraptured with savoring authentic flavors from his youth. Needless to say, he will order wiener schnitzel here again.
I ordered Italian. Spaghetti Marinara. Thick, rich, tomatoe sauce with just the right amount of garlic, basil, onion, and other flavors matched what I'd eaten in Italy. Do you know the story behind spaghetti? An Italian told me spaghetti was considered the poor man's meal. In the old days, Italians took remnants of meat left over from the meal before, added it to tomatoe sauce, and poured over noodles. LOL! And now look. Spaghetti has been refined as a dish served in nice restaurants!!
The Old Christmas Station also serves handmade ravioli and, well, I'll inlcude a sample of their menu below rather than listing them. Keep in mind, any prices shown may not be current when you read this.
For dessert, hubby ordered traditional tiramisu. By the way, he is a connoisseur of this dessert. The unreachable bar set by this dessert once enjoyed in Venice. Did you know tiramisu was invented there? While the texture from The Old Christmas Station's dessert was smooth and creamy, and the favors comparable to the Venetian dish, he thought it needed a tad more coffee.
My third course was the apple strudel. Light. Warm. The gentle sweet apple melted in my mouth delightfully lingering as a memorable last note of a symphony. Absolutely perfection.
As is done in Europe, the menu is posted outside behind a glass.
If you have a chance to visit Frankenmuth, Michigan, I highly recommend this authentic European restaurant. Please note, the restaurant is closed on Tuesdays.
Now for my Second "New"
My new book has just been released
is now available on Amazon!
The cover for Christmas With The Enemy was designed with the classic look of Charles Dickens' days, including the spine decoration. I wish I could have had a hard copy made to complete the look for my library. Maybe someday. For now, the book is available in paperback and ebook.
Christmas With The Enemy:If Ebenezer Scrooge had descendants, the Chicago Windermeres and Montana Tuckers would be them. As a result,Christmas doesn’t turn out as planned for either family. A glacier helping of Scrooge's spirit invades their festivities, leaving a wake of an impossible Romeo and Juliet story. Even the McCoys and the Hatfields would be surprised. The question remains: can there be Peace on Earth in this Rocky Mountain blizzard? This is a blizzard of a read.
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