A Gluttonous Goodbye

One general rule of thumb that has served me well over the past few years, is there is no better way to farewell a place, than an eating tour. Take a week, or a weekend (or if you live in some sort of culinary paradise, space it out over a fortnight) and perform a solid, dedicated round-up of your favourite restaurants. Here, we have approximately three favourite restaurants; a Ratskeller, a ridiculous Bavarian novelty restaurant, and a Greek. Two have featured on our (modest) farewell eating tour.

It is my belief – and what are we without our beliefs – that wherever you live, it is wise to have a good local Greek restaurant. We sussed a Greek place out down here pretty early on, and to be honest it has been one of the top Greek restaurants I’ve come across in my time here. In Germany, or certainly the places I have lived, I have come to discover most Greek restaurants have been, justifiably, Germanised. This means cheese. The gigantic gyros plates come smothered in cheese and baked. Submerged in the cheese, there are an absurd amount of fries, and on the side, the ubiquitous Weißkrautsalat features often. But forget about the giant gyros teller, as weirdly delicious as it may seem, and machen mezze. You can always tell the mettle of your local Greek by its tzatziki and taramasalata, and Weiden Pallas serves a mean taramas.

Another local one must have, particularly if you live in Germany, is a good schnitzel joint. This is generally easily achieved if you live in a southern state beginning with B. During our time here, we’ve had two excellent schnitzel houses within reach; the local Ratskeller which has a schnitzel menu the precise length of an A4 page (and apparently serves a Haxe worth raving about) and the world’s weirdest restaurant, Schinderhannes, which is in a very small village about twenty minutes drive from here.

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Named for Schinderhannes himself, one of Germany’s most famed outlaws, the restaurant is usually jam-packed by 5pm by an assortment of Oberpfälzers and American military families, all sitting down to immense portions, watched over by a touch of taxidermy and other various bits of eccentric/Bavarian decor. You can’t book a table, so you either have to be there on the dot of 5, or be prepared to share with someone.

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Here, a half litre of Helles beer, goes for 2€. A giant currywurst and pommes will set you back 2.90€. Some part of the pig with a basketball sized Knödel and boat of sauce, bread and cheese, half a chicken, mountains of fries or great ladles of Kartoffelsalat … none of it soars above 10€. Why, just last night I believe a sour pig’s heart was going for around 4€, a Saturday night special. The expansive menu is a riot of unintelligible Bayerisch, enough to bring on feelings of flailing around in a sudden and terrifying fugue state.

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But the real star of the show is the Schinderhannes crumbed schnitzel. It comes falling off the plate, pushed off by a tidy pile of crinkle cut chips or a (generous) dollop of Kartoffelsalat, and a completely redundant slice of decorative capsicum. Preceding its arrival, is a small bowl of cucumber and Weißkrautsalat, a polite nod to health. But it’s fooling no one.

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And then, bäm. Schnitzel.

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Bäm. Beer.

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And the sensation you will never eat, or breathe properly, again.

8 Replies to “A Gluttonous Goodbye”

  1. I don’t miss much about Weiden or Germany in general, but I do miss Greek food and Schnitzels. I also remember a Chinese restaurant in the pedestrian zone which was very affordable, yet good.

    This is one good thing I have seen almost all over Germany: even small towns have a variety of international restaurants. Now that I live in Italy, I miss that. Food is good here, of course, but if I want Souvlaki, I need to get on a ferry to Greece.

    1. I love good Greek food – I think getting on a ferry to Greece is an excellent idea because, alas, as nice as some Greek places are here, it just isn’t the same. I agree, there is always a good smattering of international cuisines in German towns. Coming from Australia, I miss the variety of food that our history and culture of immigration has provided. I am thrilled we’re now living a stone’s throw away from two sushi places, another thing I miss from home!

  2. Haha I’ve eaten here once after my husbands hockey tournament. He had the huge schnitzel. I can’t believe how big it was. The place was pretty good though.

    1. ENORMOUS schnitzels, it is honestly unbelievable. And then add the fries or potato salad, the salad … you don’t need to eat for a week.

  3. I love Bavaria and had a great time in Weiden. I’d love to go back and eat at Schinderhannes.
    I live in Florida, but if I could move to Bavaria, I would do it in an instant!

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