Frankfurt, Germany
Today I packed up and stuffed my bag into Erin’s trunk, and the three of us set off for sunny Frankfurt. Okay, okay, it wasn’t sunny. Not even close. It was cold and overcast until about 4 or 5 pm, when the sun inexplicably chose to come out and warm the place up for an hour or so before it was time for sunset. No problem… we had our coats and gloves. (Or, at least, I had my coat and
*Charlotte’s* gloves, since she was nice enough to loan me her spare pair, seeing as I forgot mine.)
Frankfurt was smaller than I had expected, but an intriguing mix of old-school German architecture and modern steel-and-glass skyscrapers. We wandered around the streets in search of the elusive walk-platz, and finally had to resort to asking directions from this cute German twenty-something in a suit. We didn’t approach him just because he was handsome (No, really! I swear!) but because Erin figured that since Frankfurt is a hub for international businessmen, chances were good that men in suits would be mulilingual. (She was right.)
We strolled up and down the tree-lined street, sight-seeing and people-watching… the two primary walk-platz activities, next to shopping, eating, and sipping coffee/wine/beer, the latter of which we also did. When my cafe au lait arrived, to my surprise it arrived in a glass cup (the kind you’d serve milk in). Like Erin always says, you never know what you’re going to get when you order food & drink in another country. At least I didn’t get runny egg on my pizza.
For dinner, we went to a German restaurant (for pretty much the first time since I’d been in Germany) and I ordered the Spinach Pancake (called the vegetarisch Panierter Schafskase mit Preiselbereren) figuring it was a different spin on the traditional potato pancake. Wrong again. It turned out to be something more like a crepe wrapped around a massive pile of cooked spinach and smothered with cheese. Even *better* than what I’d imagined!
