Tuesday, February 17, 2015

President's Day Weekend in Regensburg... Part 6

Sunday morning, we decided we were going to have breakfast somewhere other than the hotel.  We got up, got dressed, and ventured out in the the chilly weather in search of a good breakfast.  It seemed really dead in the city, but then Sundays in Germany are often pretty "chill".  We went back to that restaurant where the really awesome buffet was on Saturday, but they weren't open until 10:00am and Bill was hungry on account of losing his dinner the night before.  So we wandered around some more before we ended up at a really cute restaurant called Cafe Lila.


Cafe Lila!  A good bet for breakfast!


A pretty young woman behind the bar wished us a good morning as we took one of the few unreserved tables.  We paged through the menu and noticed they offered incarnations of breakfasts from around Europe.  They had a French breakfast, a German one, a Scandinavian one, and a Greek one, among others.  Bill chose the German breakfast, while I had the English breakfast.  I had to laugh at the American breakfast, which was about 9 euros and seemed to have everything in it but the kitchen sink!


Bill has coffee.  I have a perfect cappuccino and a small glass of what tasted like fresh squeezed orange juice.


Bill's German breakfast had the usual cold cuts, cheese, and fruit, along with some very nice breads.  My English breakfast had fried eggs, bacon, baked beans, tomatoes, and toast.  It was very nice!


I wasn't quite ready to leave after we ate, so I had an African cappuccino.  I think it was basically like a mocha.  It was delicious!  Bill had more coffee.

It was interesting to sit in Cafe Lila for awhile.  It's obviously a popular place that offers a lot of vegetarian friendly food as well as stuff for us omnivores.  There were two guys sitting behind us who were deep in conversation over wheat beers.  Later, they switched to rum long drinks.  I like how no one cares if you drink during the morning in Bavaria.  We just took our time and soaked up the atmosphere for awhile, enjoying a leisurely Sunday morning.  We had a few snow flurries, but then the sun came out and it warmed up a bit.  We were able to take another walk around the city.








More graphic graffiti.

When it came time for lunch, we headed for another brewery.  This time, we visited the Fürstlichen Brauhaus, which is located in the former coach house of the Fürst von Thurn und Taxis palace.  Though by the time we got there it was about 1:00pm, we were still fortified from breakfast.  Bill wisely ordered a couple of wursts.  I opened for Wiener Schnitzel, which turned out to be humongous...


It was our waiter's birthday, so he wore a sign on his back.  Curiously, it was in English.


Actually, this wasn't quite as huge as it appeared.  The schnitzel was rather thinly cut and covered in pretzel crumbs.  I shared a lot with Bill.  The fries were outstanding!


Bill's white sausages came in a pot of hot water scented with chives.  He also had a very fresh pretzel. 



And naturally, we washed it all down with beer.

I saw a lot of families having lunch at this brewpub.  One couple appeared to be out with their granddaughter, who smiled really big when their waiter brought her a very ornate ice cream sundae!  I was very charmed by that scene.  





A few shots around the courtyard.  I saw the food runner leaving the restaurant with what appeared to be a leash.  I also heard a dog bark.  Perhaps there is a resident Hund at the place?

Sunday afternoon turned out to be very pleasant.  The weather was warmer and the sun was out.  We walked back down to the river, where we encountered the famous sausage kitchen that has been operating in Regensburg since the 12th century.  I instantly wished we hadn't eaten at the brewpub because I had heard that sausage kitchen was awesome.  Unfortunately, we were just too full to try it.  


The wurst kitchen...  there was a long line for sausages and beer!













Guys showing off their jumping skills...




Crossing the river.


The sun was more cooperative from the other direction.




I can only assume these locks are put on the bridge by couples in love...


A beer store.


More German graffiti...







I was almost tempted to try this Mexican place, but we haven't had much success finding good Mexican food in Germany.  Besides, we were still really full from lunch.

Part 7.

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