the end of an era

it's one thing to say you love your parents . . . it's another to say your proud. i must admit, willingly, i am proud of my dad. today is the day his world will cease to revolve around his restaurant. today is the day he is closing the doors and no longer "pounding schnitzel" for those of us eagerly waiting to eat. any guest walks in that place and ponders what to get. should i get schlipkrapfen? always!!!!! should i get mama stiegler, with the incredible, edible vegetable root sauce? well, since it comes with spatzle . . . always!!!!! should i get extra cream spinach? always!!!! should i get tartar? oh man . . . always!!!!!! (that recipe was in the paper by the way . . . one word: special). onto desserts! should i get apfel strudel? with rum sauce? a la mode? always!!!! should i get reisauflauf? what is that? not sure?? can't pronounce it? get it . . . always!!!

blood, sweat, and tears went into that place day in and day out for almost 27 years. it is the end of an era people! and it's brutal for me to think it won't be there.

i used to visit my dad as a kid and to spend time with him i would go to "the restaurant" and help him cook. my main duty: an entire 5 gallon bucket full of apples and me, myself, as a 10, 12, 15 year old had to core and slice them all. i was pretty slow . . . three hours later, my dad would take over and finish with great ease, and quickness, 10 entire loaves of apple strudel. he is my favorite chef and i got to admire his every move, everyday at work with him as a kid.

here's to you papa. please know i am not the only one who absolutely loves and adores your restaurant. it is a very special place for many. and thank you for the reassurance you will still cook for me . . . i am holding you to that promise.