In the Fall of 2006 one of my most beloved restaurants closed….sniffle…deep sigh. I took these pictures the day before they demolished the building. The Schnitzelbank was an institution in Grand Rapids, it served authentic German food for over 75 years. As someone of German decent, and one who also lived in Germany for nearly a year the food of Germany is comforting to me. German food is nothing fancy, but it is hearty. Meat, beer, potatoes, beer, bread, beer, oh and don’t forget the cheese. I had been reared on Velveeta, the discovery of real cheeses was heavenly.
The waitress were all in there 70’s with healthy bosoms, wearing the traditional German waitress attire. That was in 1985, and in 2005 the same waitress were still working there and had not aged a day. Must have been the beer and sauerkraut.
It makes my heart ache that I am unable to bring my kids to this restaurant and let them experience the great food and atmosphere that brought back so many memories for me. I lived on the Northern most border of Germany….so any of my Germany Family might take offense that I am comparing this very Bavarian Restaurant to Flensburg. Because if you are familiar with Germany you will know there is a North and South thing that goes on there too. But despite the decor, the food at the Schnitz was very similar to food I ate during my stay in Deutschland.
That is what my butt and legs looked like when I returned home. And it wasn’t from climbing mountains with my lederhosen clad boyfriend…it was from eating too much cheese and bread slathered with real butter, I had also learned that Blue Bonnet, is not real butter!