|Neighborhood pub in Prague|
Even though this is not our first adventure in this part of the world, we are still learning that things don’t work the way they do back home in Texas. This was most obvious some years past when we went to the backwoods of Italy, spending a week in a little town far from the usual American tourist hangouts. There was only one restaurant in the tiny village, and we never did find it open despite trying at different times for the week we were there.
|Our view as we walk down into Wertach|
A quick check of my dictionary after we got back to our condo confirmed I had really gotten what I ordered. Since then I make a point of carrying it with me to avoid further embarrassments, even though we like to think we are semi-knowledgeable regarding German food. I'd rather look like a tourist thumbing through the phrasebook, instead of blindly ordering something I'll regret and feel like a fool while eating.