Mittwoch, 1. Oktober 2008

Wie wahr - mehr geht halt nicht ?

Erneut ein Beispiel für einen völlig unverständlichen dialog zum thema grubenschnitzel - hat was mit essen zu tun , aber die sinnigste übersetzung heißt wohl: ich kann gar nicht soviel saufen wie es gründe zum kotzen gibt .
"Wudscrasher"
Sure, you can ride dirtbikes in Europe, but
not in Paris
(Rustling cattle? Through the Vatican?).
Umm, the Vatican is in Rome, not Paris. ;)
OH, fer cryin' out loud, people!
It's an obscure reference to the movie Blazing
Saddles...
"What's your offense?"
"Stampeding cattle."
"So?"
"Through the Vatican."
"Kinky..."
Mongo merely pawn in game of life.
Don't take that you'll only make him mad if you
shoot him.
My fave "Baby please! A man can only eat so much
grubenschnitzen"


--
Keith Schiffner
History does not record anywhere at any time a
religion that has any rational basis. Religion is
a crutch for people not strong enough to stand up
to the unknown without help. But, like dandruff,
most people do have a religion and spend time and
money on it and seem to derive considerable
pleasure from fiddling with it.
Robert Heinlein

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schnitz hat gesagt…

(Recommended by Larry)


Imbiss-Stube "Bootsklause"
T. Schiller
Hinterbach 3
55413 Niederheimbach (Rhein)


At the junction of the B9 and the road leading up to Oberheimbach (Hinterbach) is a small Imbiss-Stube right on the corner overlooking the river.
Ben and I have stopped here a few times in the past, and last time it was a Pizzeria. But this trip is different. New name, new management, and best of all my kind of grub... Schnitzel. It is now the "Bootsklause", and they are soon serving me up a humongous Jägerschnitzel with roasted potatoes, thick brown gravy, Salat, and a tall Bier vom faß. The tab, only E10, and I actually had to leave some on the plate. Unheard of for me, but that's how much there was. Pleasingly stuffed, and nearing dark, I head back up into the hills to the Sonnenhof. There are certainly no complaints about how this day turned out.