At the Friesenhaus …

… again. Last Friday we invited Mike and Stella, our friends, to the Friesenhaus in New Braunfels for supper, to celebrate Mike’s birthday. We hadn’t been there for quite some time – too long a time, actually, and thus it really was time to go there again and enjoy German cooking and German draught beer. And even if we hadn’t been there for a long time, nothing had changed: food and service were as excellent as before. Here’s our menu:

Appetizers: Stella and Mike shared a Rollmops, which came, as it should, with “Schwarzbrot” [black bread – the real kind, like in Germany, and not the soft stuff you usually get in the US, which is not fit to bear the name]. Mary had Pea Soup [quite thick, with (large) chunks of potato and bacon], and I had Goulash Soup [again, quite thick, with mushrooms, onions and meat]. Even if the soups were appetizers and thus not as much as the entrees of the same kind, we still had fairly large bowls and not the cups we had expected.

Entrees: Stella had Steamed Trout with boiled potatoes and green asparagus, Mary had “Berliner Bouletten” with pan-fried potatoes, Mike had “Sauerbraten” with “Spaetzle” and red cabbage, and I had “Holzfaellerschnitzel” [which had plenty of sauteed onions and mushrooms] with red cabbage and pan-fried potatoes wonderfully done with chopped-up onions and bacon]. All of the dishes were really delicious.

Drinks: Stella had a Pinot Gris from Baden [Heger Pinot Gris] – needless to say about a Pinot Gris from Baden, it was dry – and Mike and I washed down our food with (draft) Koestritzer Schwarzbier, whereas Mary had her usual plain water.

Desserts: Stella had a peach-cream-cheese cake, and Mary and Mike had Apfelstrudel – with a scoop of vanilla ice-cream, as it should be. I was too full to have room for any dessert, unfortunately.  😦

As said before: we were highly pleased – not only with the food, but with the service also, which – quite contrary to what is usual here in the US much too often – didn’t rush us but left us enough time to choose the dishes in our own time. And she also took the appropriate time in serving the food: the entrees only came to the table a minute or two after we had finished the appetizers and not – as also is often the case in even quality restaurants here in the US – while we were still tackling our appetizers. Our waitress had an excellent sense of timing. And we also only got the bill shortly after we had finished our coffees at leisure, not while we were still eating. Sadly, this also happens not infrequently. That – food and service at the Friesenhaus – was as it should be!

Conclusion: we really enjoyed out time there.

And then, before we left, I simply had to – of course  😉 – buy some of their good stuff: “Schwarzbrot“, spreadable “Mettwurst“, “Holsteiner Salami“, fried pickled herring, herring in tomato sauce, herring in mustard sauce and “Landjaeger” [a smoke-dried meat hearty sausage]. Now my supplies are again what they ought to be!

P.S.: And what I, as a native German, enjoyed a lot, too, was the fact that I could talk in my native kanguage for quite a while to the owners, the friendly Dirks family.

And there also was some German folk music later, with an accordeon player, who also sang: nice entertainment. Of course, I got myself into hot water – well, not quite boiling hot, though –  as Mary would have liked to dance but I couldn’t really persuade myself to. I need to reform!  😉

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7 responses to “At the Friesenhaus …

  1. I know! Texans seem to think that all Germans drink beer by the liter, eat Brezel, and dress in dirndls and lederhosen, right? I always wondered if the only German thing they have seen is the Oktoberfest and that’s how they imagine the whole country to be 🙂

    • Hi Sabrina,
      Yes, that seems to be the case. But, of course, Lederhosen are such a distinctive garment – much more distinctive than what people in northen Germany wear. Maybe that’s the reason. But then, why don’t we see more women’s clothes from northern Germany here, as they’re really colourful and distinctive, too? No idea. Or could it be that after the Second World War American soldiers were stationed in southern Germany and thus only/mainly got to know that area? I mean, the Octoberfest is not THAT dominant, is it? There’s “Fasteloovend” in Cologne, too, isn’t it?
      Best regards, and take care,

      • I hear you… so many distinct differences withing Germany, yet everything seems Bavarian once you get to Texas. Maybe it was the US placement of solders in the South. There do seem to be so many more south of Frankfurt…

  2. I think I saw a little clip about that place on TV in Germany once, something about Auswanderer. Still haven’t made it there. Would love to give it a shot despite the rumtata music that is 🙂

    • Hi Sabrina,
      Thanks for stopping by and commenting. If you ever come that way – I know it’s quite a ways down here from the Panhandle – the Friesenhaus is well worth a visit. And you’re right, they have been on tv. As to the music: it only starts at 6.30 PM – so it can be avoided. Btw, why is it that “German” is always seen as “Bavarian” here in the US, at least as far as clothing (and music) are concerned. Even in the “Friesen”haus the waitresses are wearing an apparel that’s more like southern than northern German.
      Best regards, and take care,

  3. Are the owners Frisian? BTW, the cuisine sounds great. I simply must get to the Hill Country.


    • Hi Randall,
      Thanks for stopping by and commenting. Yes, the owners are Frisian – from Hamburg. And you really need to see the Texas Hill Country: it’s a gorgeous area. Depending how things develop here, you might even be our guest there some time.
      Take care,

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