Showing posts with label german. Show all posts
Showing posts with label german. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Bier stube- LeClaire

Strap on your lederhosen! It's time to visit the Bier Stube, a German restaurant. Oh vhat fun!
Vhat does Bier Stube mean, I vonder? Bier= beer. Stube= room. This particular beer room is one of three located in the QCA. The first opened in the historic Boyler's Iron building in the Village of East Davenport. The second, which features a biergarten, is in Moline. We were uber excited to visit the new LeClaire location.













The Bier Stube is located in a new strip mall on Canal Shore Drive. It shares a building with SNAP 24 hour Fitness. After stuffing yourself with sausage you can waddle over and attempt to elliptical your guilt away.
Speaking of sausage, the restaurant gets their meat from Haun's, a German butcher in Dubuque that the Bier Stube's proprieter, Dieter Rebitzer, also owns. They have a handy little guide to all things wiener.














Not only are they wienermeisters, but they also have uber amounts of ale.














IN his quest to transform into Mayor McCheese, Richie found the perfect menu item, the Hindenburger. But a burger named after a doomed zeppelin wasn't enough. Oh no, he had to get a double order of onion rings to complete the disaster about to explode in his stomach.













An all beef airship fueled by two half pound patties, 3 slices of bacon, one fried egg, and cheese, crashed onto browned and buttered Texas toast.














"OH THE HUMANITY!"















"All the folks agree that this is terrible. This is one of the worst catastrophes in the world!"













After witnessing the terrible destruction of the Hindenburger, I quickly recovered and lifted the tables' spirits with my wit.














On the Eastern side of the iron curtain sat our guests, the Youngs. Here's a glimpse at how the bourgeoisie eat.. Ein Paar Frankfurters with a potato pancake, potato salad, and spatzle.














Portabella veggie melt. An ubersandwich of fungi adorned with cucumbers and sauteed onions and peppers.














As you can see, the menu is loaded with German food, but there are also some choices for democratic stomachs. Try an old west burger or an ultimate grilled cheese. Desserts are also German fare... strudel, nutella pretzels, and black forest cake.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Boston Mass

I happened to be in Boston the week of the worst raining and flooding the region has seen in like 100 yrs. I was also "blessed" with the stomach flu. Luckily I was still able to suck it up and eat at a few historical 'greasy joints.' I'll just highlight a couple.

Jacob Wirth Company on Stuart Street is a German restaurant that was established by Jacob, a Prussian immigrant, in Boston during the reconstruction era. I imagined they suffered a bit during prohibition... and World War 2... with the whole Hitler thing...and a logo that looks like him...














As you can imagine, the building smelled like an old museum or barn, or your grandmother's house, but the interior was clean and the mahogany interior was restored and well maintained.














The menu had many traditional German foods, so of course we thought we would try some... sort of. Though they offered wiener-schnitzel and sauerbraten, we both ordered Americanized German food. I opted for the grilled chicken Reuben with sweet potato fries and my mom ordered a bratwurst with onion rings.



I wasn't a fan of their sauerkraut, but the sweet potato fries were pretty awesome










Bratwurst and rings







The food was alright, but I think the main attraction at Jacob Wirth's must be their beer. Check out their beer board...


This guy was attempting to draw an Easter bunny








We also walked the Freedom Trail to the oldest restaurant in the U.S., a National Historic Landmark- The Union Oyster House.

The building is over 250 yrs old but the restaurant was established in 1826 as Atwood and Bacon Oyster house. The Kennedy family frequented the restaurant and a booth upstairs is dedicated in memory to JFK, who liked to dine there. And probably fornicate in the restroom.

































The actual Oyster bar-














Of course we were given oyster crackers to snack on...














Not being a fan of seafood, I knew I would probably be eating some mediocre chicken plate.














It was good and bland which happened to be just what my stomach needed.

Neither of us had the cajones to try oysters, but my mom did get a lobster salad roll. Turns out she doesn't like lobster. eh, who knew?













Being in such an old building with a lot of history was fun, but once again, the food was just okay. Probably would fare better for seafood lovers instead of landlubbers.