Just weeks before AFM, Camelot Distribution Group adds Wiener Dog Nationals to its line-up.  Although the film in only in development, this family, heartwarming story will have everyone barking to see it.

One Boy.  One Race.  One Wiener.   Love and Hope…Coming soon.

Meet with us in our new location at AFM and be the first to view the teaser.

AFM: Loews 327

Till wienerschnitzeln som avnjöts igår provades tre olika viner från Österrike. Alla kostade under 100 kronor, av Österrikes nationaldruva grüner veltliner och årgång 2008.

Först ut var 2008 Meinklang från Burgenland. Angivet av Systembolaget som ekologiskt men i själva verket biodynamiskt. Ganska liten doft av citrus, liten örtighet och en aning vitpeppar. Smaken var torr, lätt, citrusbetonad, obetydlig frukt och ganska enkel. Ganska trist och intetsägande. Ett vin som endast rekommenderas självspäkande veganer.

Det andra vinet var 2008 Leth från Wagram. Doften här var rikare, fruktigare med toner av lite gula mogna frukter och inslag av mineral. Smaken var medelfyllig, frisk med mogen frukt och bra längd som visade upp liten mineralton. Ett tilltalande, fruktigt och lättdrucket vin som gick bra till maten.

Sist ut var 2008 Gobelsburger från Kamptal. Doften var medelstor, distink citrus- och mineralbetonad. Smaken medelfyllig, hög markerad syra som balanserades av bra frukt med toner av päron och citrus. Balanserat med lång eftersmak med tydlig mineralton. Av de tre vinerna det mest karaktärsfulla. Passade mycket bra till den ganska feta maten med sin distinkta syra och fina frukt.

Över lag var det inga viner som man gjorde vågen inför. Österrikiska viner kan vara oerhört koncentrerade, örtiga och fylliga men då ska man en bit över hundra kronor. Köp av dessa tre rekommenderas inte, finns bättre viner i budgetklassen.

“Det smakar restaurang” sa vi när jag var liten när något var så där extra gott. När det var stekt, panerat och friterat och smakade lite pikant och mycket. När det smakade lite annorlunda än den vanliga vardagsmaten. Uttrycket passade idag när det blev en riktig gammal restaurangklassiker – wienerschnitzel. Den smakade så där som jag minns att det gjorde när jag var liten och fick följa med till Stadshotellet. Då var det oftast halv, stekt kyckling med stekt potatis, gräddsås och gele. Men det smakade “restaurang”.

En äkta wienerschnitzel är gjord på tunna centimetertjocka skivor av kalvinnanlår som bankas tunt. Min gode slaktare skar fina skivor och jag bankade ut dem mellan två tunna skärbrädor av plast. Schnitzeln ska vara dubbelpanerad så jag vände dem först i vetemjöl därefter i vispade ägg och sist i fint ströbröd. Därefter lade jag dem åt sidan.

Traditionellt äter vi i Sverige wienerschnitzel med stekt potatis och en skiva citron samt kapris och ansjovis (egentligen ska det vara sardell) vilande på köttet. Jag ville göra en liten variant på detta. Jag råstekte potatis i ankfett (ister eller smör går bra) och när de var färdiga vände jag ner grovt hackad ansjovis, citronzest och kapris. Potatisröran fick stå i ugnen på 125°.

Schnitzlarna stektes även de i ankfett på hög värme och bara någon minut på varje sida. Då de blir ganska stora brukar man bara kunna steka en åt gången. De fick därför göra potatisen sällskap efter hand som de blev färdiga. Lägg dem på gallret så kan överflödigt fett rinna av så paneringen blir torr och fin. I Österrike säger man att en perfekt schnitzel ska man kunna sätta sig på utan att får fettfläckar i baken. Servera med gröna ärtor. Ljuvligt. Köttet blir mycket fint, saftigt och mört med denna behandling.

Givetvis drack vi vita österrikiska viner till detta. Vi provade tre viner av druvan grüner veltliner. Återkommer om dem i nästa post.

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Working for Vassar Photography I shot this Wiener dog running in the Wiener Nationals Regionals at Golden Gate Fields sponsored by Wienerschnitzel.

Photo by Steven Baird, copyright 2009 Vassar Photography

Well after a long delay between posts (thanks to finals, moving back out to California, a quick weekend in Arkansas, and just straight up enjoying being lazy and doing nothing), I’m finally back to posting. I must admit that I’ve just been lazy lately so I haven’t posted much. I was planning on doing a post on the recent 10-game road trip that the Angels went on, but I didn’t ever get around to it, it’s old news now.

But after getting swept at Texas, the Angels rebounded to take 3 of 4 from Seattle and more importantly 2 of 3 from the “cross-town” Los Angeles Doyyers. Que bueno.

Now that I’m finally back and settled back in sunny Southern California, I had been able to do everything I had wanted to do right when I got back… well, almost everything. I had hit my favorite local food spots, gone to the beach, etc. The one thing left on my to-do list was go to an Angel game.

So, mother dearest and I hit up the Angels/White Sox game Tuesday night, fresh off a 17-3 ass whooping the previous night. You can only go up from there right?

The Angels were throwing out their early season ace Joe Saunders who had been magnificent of late, and the ChiSox were sending out former Angel and Cy Young award winner Bartolo Colon, who for lack of a better word, got absolutely raped by the Minnesota Twins in his last outing (the game the White Sox lost 20-1).

Traffic was smooth all the way through the Orangewood exit and right on in to good ol’ Angel Stadium.

It was a beautiful 70 degrees as we walked in to the Big A and man had it been a while since I had seen a baseball game in Anaheim. It had been roughly 10 months between games at Angel Stadium, far far far too long if you ask me.

And of course, whenever you hit up a baseball game, you’ve got to grab yourself some hot dogs. I copped two of those bad boys, and to my delight, they finally reverted on back to having their hot dogs be Wienerschnitzel dogs. After I found this news out, I really didn’t care about the outcome of the game, the Angels answered my Farmer John-for-Wienerschnitzel hot dog swap prayer. Don’t get me wrong, the Farmer John dogs they had for the last 3-4 years weren’t bad, but there’s nothing like the ‘Schnitz. Derlicious.

Anyways, I grabbed a small bag of peanuts and an ice cold Dasani and was ready for the first pitch.

As the Angels do before all home games, they played a nice video collection of all the great former Angel players and great moments in Angel history to the tune of Train’s “Calling All Angels.” Some of the noteworthy clips were of Nolan Ryan moving into 1st place on the all-time strikeout list, Rod Carew picking up his 3,000th career hit, Reggie Jackson blasting his 500th career home run and of course, the final out of the memorable 2002 World Series in which Troy Percival got Kenny Lofton to fly out to Darin Erstad in center to capture the ballclub’s first ever World Championship.

The Angels put in a new piece at the end, a quick 8-10 seconds of Nick Adenhart’s final start and closing with a shot of Adenhart’s back facing the camera with his head down, showing the last name “Adenhart” and the number 34 on the back of his jersey. The crowd roared and applauded as it faded to black, but I had to look away from the still frame for a moment; it’s still so surreal that he is no longer living. Me and a lot of other Angel fans were really looking forward to what this kid could have done this year and throughout his big league career, but it all vanished in the blink of an eye on April 9th.

I then turned my attention to center field, where Adenhart’s image is depicted, to find starting catcher Mike Napoli approach the wall, touch his image briefly, and then write something in the warning track dirt about 3 feet from the wall for a good 10 seconds before returning to meet with tabbed starter Joe Saunders.

The PA announcer went through the starting line-ups and then it was game time, the moment I had been waiting for. Being out in Arizona, they don’t show Angel games out there obviously. I got to see the Opening Day game on ESPN, but that had been it until I had returned home a good month and a half later. It was nice to finally get to see my team in action again.

Scott Podsednik laced a single into left to start the game. Not the way you want to start, considering that between the 2003-2006 seasons, he stole 212 bases, or roughly 53 a year in that time frame. He even stole 70 back in ‘04. Napoli hasn’t been able to throw out baserunners for anything this year. Hell, he probably couldn’t throw out Big Papi on the basepaths at this rate, but that’s another story. Thankfully Alexei Ramirez would follow up Podsednik’s single with a nice double play, Figgy to Howie to KMo for the DP. Jermaine Dye would fly out to end the inning.

By this time, I would be absolutely mowing through my 2 hot dogs, just like Saunders and Colon would be mowing through their opposing line-ups for most of the night.

The next 3 half-innings would be 1-2-3, including a Kendry Morales fly out to left, which would end in Torii Hunter trying to advance to 3rd on the play, only to be gunned out by 2 steps by Scott Podsednik (since when does Scott Podsednik have a cannon?).

Saunders was all about damage control in this game. In the 4th, Alexei Ramirez would single and Jermaine Dye would walk. 1st and 2nd with no outs, and a powerful lefty in Jim Thome coming up. Thome would take ball 1, swing and miss on the next pitch, and then ground one to short where Erick Aybar would turn the double play himself with Ramirez advancing to 3rd. Now he has a runner on 3rd with 2 down, with Paul Konerko up. Konerko would work a full count, but Saunders would reach back and K Konerko. Still no score through 3 1/2.

During the middle of the inning, the luring scent of Panda Express right behind our section began to take over my nostrils. My God did Panda Express sound appetizing but I hadn’t yet hit up the sack of peanuts yet. I figured I’d wait till later in the game to hit up my Chow Mein with double Orange Chicken order. This would come back to bite me in the you know what.

Meanwhile, Bart continued to mow throw the Angel lineup while keeping a low pitch count, channeling his ‘05 Cy Young stuff that he had with the Halos in that memorable year where he went 21-8. No score through 4.

Then the 5th inning would roll around, which would change the Angels’ fortunes as well as those of the people of section 226.

Two drunk, sloppy hoes, one brunette donning a Jermaine Dye jersey and a blonde rocking a white Konerko jersey, moved in a couple seats down and row below us. Great. Oh, I forgot to mention their plastered boyfriends, neither of which would probably be tall enough to ride 50% of the rides at Disneyland as far as I could tell. You could just tell that we were in for a “treat” (using the expression incredibly loosely) when these 4 mobbed on up to 226. (It’s just like the feeling that you get whenever you’re sitting next to a Boston or New York fan… you know what I mean).

The drunken women proceeded to start saying “LET’S GOOOO WHITE SAAAAWWWWCKSSSSSS!!!!!!” after virtually every pitch during an at-bat for both teams, and also asking people what the score from last night’s game was. We all knew it was a 17-3 pillaging in the White Sox’ favor, but who wants to admit that? Hell, it’s not like they’d shut up anyway.

In the 5th, Jayson Nix would jack a solo homer to left to break the scoreless tie and make it 1-0 Sox. Of course, the ladies were thrilled, and let everyone know it. The brunette would yell out, “WAIT… DID YOU SEE THAT? OH MY GOD, I TOTALLY JUST SAW THAT! LET’S GOOOOO WHITE SAWWWWWWXXXXXXXXX!!!!! (5 claps following).” She’d throw in a couple “WOOOOOOOOOOOO”s and “OWWW OWWWWWWW”s to compliment the let’s go chants, just for good measure.

We weren’t exactly fed up yet, but God would we get to that point soon.

The inning would end at the score of 1-0 Chicago in front.

The Halos would go down 1-2-3, and in the following half-inning, Paul Konerko would single home a run to make it 2-0 White Sox. Everyone was thinking it… “ohhhh s***. Paul Konerko just singled. That damn girl is wearing a Paul Konerko jersey… cover your ears.”

The blonde stood up and started talking to “Pauly” as she affectionately refers to him, saying, “Pauly I love you! Owwww owwwwwwww!!!!! I love youuuuuuu!!!!!!!” over and over and over and over. Everyone’s looking around at each other like, “Great, 4 more innings of this.”

Mother, with the line of the night quite audibly says, “Yeah, I remember my first beer, too.” That’s why I love you, Mom. True champ right there let me tell you.

Nix would homer again in the 7th to make it 3-0 Sox and the women got louder than ever again.

Thankfully in the bottom half of that 7th inning, Bobby Abreu would jack a solo shot to center field for his 1st home run of the year, making it 3-1 Chicago. Bobby finally got that goose egg out of his home run column, and now I feel that his power numbers will start coming, considering the fact that I can only imagine how much that 0 was bugging him.

After the inning ended with the same score, I figured I’d try to go up and get me some Panda, but of course, they already have cleaned it out and closed it for the night. I guess the Big A treats Panda Express sales just like alcohol sales, none after the 7th inning. They don’t want people who want that “one for the road” or any of that mumbo jumbo. Dejected and pretty damn hungry, I decided to watch the rest of the game from the concourse level, mainly to get away from those damn Sox fans. I sure as hell hope they took a cab back to wherever they were staying, because all 4 were incapable of driving period. I can only hope they got back safely, but to think that 1 of them potentially would be getting behind the wheel is scary. I mean look what happened to Nick Adenhart, he wasn’t the one driving drunk, but ended up losing his life because of someone else’s mistake. I pray they made the right choice and chose to take a taxi home, otherwise God knows what may have happened.

Matt Palmer made his 1st relief appearance this season in the 9th, and boy was it hard to watch. It’s as if the strike zone was playing hide-and-go-seek with him, he just couldn’t seem to throw a strike for the life of him, which prompted mother and I to head out.

The White Sox and Halos would each tack on one more run by the time the game was over, and the White Sox would come away victorious 4-2.

Props to Bart, he pitched great and kept the offense at bay the entire night. Saunders did well, but not well enough to get the win, dropping him to 6-3 on the year.

As much as I could not stand the fans next to us, there really is nothing like being at a game and rooting on your team. It had been so long since I was last able to hit up a home game to cheer on my Halos, and top-to-bottom, I was very happy with my stay at the Big A that night (except for the fact that they lost, of course).

I now felt like I was officially back home. And oh what a great feeling it was.

More in-person Halo game stories to come in the near future, hopefully there’ll be some funny stories to tell along with Angel victories.

By L. Duane

“Pop! Pop pop! Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop!”

Sneakers, the winged wiener dog, was cowering under the table, as the “Pop!”s got quicker and quicker.  He was so agitated that he started flapping his wing-a-lings, which caused the table to rise.  This was unfortunate, because Mrs. Needleschmidt, the German housekeeper, had just put a Bavarian cream pie on the table to cool.  The table went up…and up…and up…

Crash!

The table flipped over, and poor Sneakers was so frightened he flew straight up to the ceiling and got a wing-a-ling stuck on the ceiling fan.  He went around and around and around until he flew off onto the sofa, where he promptly threw up.

The popping suddenly stopped, and Ernie came into the room.  He looked around at the flipped over table, the Bavarian cream pie on the floor, and the dog staggering around on the couch in his own vomit.

He sighed.  How could they have bought a dog that was scared of microwave popcorn?

“Sneakers,” he said, “Mrs. Needleschmidt is not going to be happy.”  They both knew that was true.  What Sneakers didn’t know, however, was that Mrs. Needleschmidt had taken to looking up wienerschnitzel recipes.  If he had known, he would be worried—wiener dogs are the best ingredient for wienerschnitzel.

Ernie flipped the table right-side up and started cleaning up the pie.  Sneakers came over to help, and started stuffing himself with Bavarian cream.  Once that was gone, he left Ernie to mop the floor and went to eat his vomit off the couch.  Waste not, want not, was Sneakers’ motto.

Ernie thought about all the trouble the family had already had with Sneakers.  A winged wiener dog sounded like a great idea at first, but he was scared of popcorn, and lightening, and the buzz florescent bulbs make before they turn on.  He only barked when there was nothing to bark at, and sat quietly when masked strangers entered the house.  He had developed a taste for cash and credit cards, and was happiest when munching on someone’s wallet.  He napped all day and was up all night, and kept having to go to the vet because he loved the taste of bumblebees, which always stung him in the mouth.

Ernie’s mom kept giving Sneakers one more chance, just one more chance…and then went off, muttering about needing a drink.  She was much snappier since she had joined AA, but Ernie didn’t mind—the money she used to spend on booze was what bought Sneakers, and kept him fed (sometimes, when Sneakers found his mom’s wallet, the money kept him fed quite literally).

Things had taken a turn for the worse lately.  Ernie’s dad had been caught in the crossfire of a gang fight a few years back, and his mom had just started dating again.  Her latest beau was a bouncer named Crack, who didn’t like dogs.  Every time he saw Sneakers he would “kick off his Sneakers,” which was a game that involved trying to punt the dog.  Luckily for Sneakers, he was a very agile flyer, and so was difficult to catch and punt.

Just as Ernie was thinking this, the doorbell rang.  He looked out the window and saw Crack’s car in the driveway.  Ernie sighed, and went to let him in.  As he started to unlock the door, however, Crack slammed his body weight against it, breaking the door open and sending Ernie flying.  Ernie tried to get back up, but Crack hit him on the head with a wiffleball bat, and then tied him up with a hot pink jump rope, both of which he had stolen from a little girl next door.

“Crack, ez dat you?” purred Mrs. Needleschmidt.  She slinked over in her sexy housekeeper uniform, which covered her from ankle to neck and left everything to the imagination (which was the sexiest Mrs. Needleschmidt could hope for).  She grabbed Crack by the arm and they started to make out.  Ernie couldn’t tell if he felt sick from a concussion or from watching them make out.  Probably both, he decided.

“I made you a Bavarian cream pie,” said Mrs. Needleschmidt.  “After we rob the house, we will have pie as we get away in zee get away car!”

“But Mrs. N,” said Crack, “what about Mr. N?”

“Ah!” she said, “We will frame him for zee robbery, and he will get zee chair for being a German traitor!”

Ernie didn’t think that Mrs. Needleschmidt knew that World War II was over, and that Germans weren’t suspect anymore.  That could have something to do with the fact that his mom kept Mr. and Mrs. Needleschmidt locked in the basement, and never let them see a newspaper or television, but Ernie wasn’t sure.

Mrs. Needleschmidt went into the kitchen, and let out a shriek.  “Where is my pie?” she yelled, running back to the hall and grabbing Ernie by the hair.

“Well, you see Mrs. Needleschmidt, it kind of fell off the table…” he started, when out of nowhere, Sneakers came up behind Crack and bit him in the butt!

“Yowch!” yelled Crack, grabbing his bleeding buttocks.

Sneakers zipped around all of their heads, barking like a maniac and snapping his teeth.  Then he hovered and burped once…twice…thrice…and then vomitted all over Crack and Mrs. Needleschmidt.

Unfortunately, both Crack and Mrs. Needleschmidt had been open-mouthed in shock at the sight of the flying dog, and so starting choking on Sneakers’ projectile vomit.  Sneakers quickly chewed through the hot pink jump rope, setting Ernie free.

Ernie ran out the front door to Old Man Crachitt’s house, and called 911 from his phone.  Soon the police had come, to take Crack and Mrs. Needleschmidt away.

“Gee Sneakers, you’re the best dog ever!” Ernie said, giving Sneakers a big hug.

Sneakers barked in agreement, and licked Ernie in the face.  Ernie was kind of grossed out, because Sneakers had recently vomited, eaten it, and vomited again, but he loved his dog.

In the ensuing court case, Crack and Mrs. Needleschmidt were sentenced to 15 years each in a maximum security prison.  Unfortunately, it came out that Ernie’s mother had been keeping two Germans in the basement as slaves since the 1940s, and so she too was imprisoned.  Luckily, she had lied about the death of Ernie’s father—she had actually kicked him out in a drunken rage—and he was alive and well, living on a farm nearby.

Ernie and Sneakers went to live with his dad, who taught them important lessons like how to grow apples in an orchard and how to milk a cow and never to have sex with a stripper because she might get pregnant and turn out to be an alcoholic and then kick you out of the house and start dating people named Crack who try to rob her and kill your son.  And Ernie and Sneakers were happy forever and ever (or at least until Ernie hit puberty and turned into a jerk).

Hello there….

Today was Bring-Your-Kid-to-Picket Day at the WGA strike, and the three-foot-and-under marchers were in abundance proudly waving their signs. A favorite among strikers was a little cutie with a sign that read, “I’m little but I know how to share.” She looked so tired from all that marching in the sun I didn’t ask for her photo. But this guy was glowing with enthusiasm:

“Seeing the kids with their signs really raises the morale of the writers,” Melinda Corazon Foley, the diversity coordinator for WGA West, says.

Strikers’ spirits have also been boosted by the influx of goodies donated to the movement. While scoping out the action at the gates, I’ve been offered hot cocoa, McDonald’s cheeseburgers, bottled water and Girl Scout cookies — the WGA strike captains are generous.

Jay Leno has donated donuts, Ellen DeGeneres’ editors have offered In ‘N Out to picketers, the producers of Entourage have sent full meals to the marchers at CBS, and Jimmy Kimmel sent a burrito truck around. The list goes on.

“P.F. Chang’s brought lunches and French 75 brought lunches, Dakota’s brought tri-tip sandwiches. That was everybody’s favorite–they were like Holy Crap,” Foley says.

NBC marchers have been showered with caramel apples, rice crispy treats, chocolate chip cookies, cupcakes, popcorn, bagels with cream cheese – and tuna fish sandwiches from a nearby neighbor.

One writer picketing at CBS was relieved that the food has gotten healthier this week. She said there’s been more fruit, Luna bars and string cheese — and a truck dropped off a massive amount of Glaceau VitaminWater. The health-conscious striker laughed at the irony that a conglomeration of corporations were donating food when that’s who the writers were up against. Still, she’s appreciative of the freebie grub.

Despite all the food donated to the strikers and the commotion they’re causing on the sidewalks, neighboring eateries of NBC say they haven’t seen business slow down.

“For us it’s no problem,” a cashier at Choza Mama says with a grin. The award-winning Peruvian dig is directly across from NBC, where honking by passers-by in support of strikers is so loud it can be heard several blocks away.

Neighboring Wienerschnitzel is also unbothered.

“We’ve been really, really busy … we can hardly hear it over here,” the wiener-toting cashier shrugs as a number of people wait in line.

Sugna på en ordentlig Wienerschnitzel så tog vi oss till Manfreds Brasserie igen på Nordenskiöldsgatan. För tidigare recension så längst ner.

Vi kommer in 5 minuter innan lunchen stänger kl 14.30 men den lilla salladsbuffén och baguetten står ändå framme. Salladsbuffén är okej, men vi skulle önska lite fler saker att välja på. Lunchen ligger i övre prisklassen på Manfreds och kostar mellan 85-95 kronor. Detta ser man inte minst på den klassiska åldersindikatorn. Ju dyrare lunchställe, desto högre medelålder. Här ligger väl snittåldern någonstans mellan gift tre gånger och pensionerad sedan 10 år.

Wienerschnitzeln som alltid finns på menyn kostar hela 130 kronor. För en 5-krona extra så får man kaffe och kaka. Om det ingår annan dryck än den flaska vatten som står framme på bordet vet vi ej och bryr oss ej. Som vi sagt tidigare, drick vatten till lunch sa vi te daj!

För dessa 130 kronor så fick vi en stor portion. Det var en rejäl schnitzel som låg på tallriken och det kändes som bra råvaror. Till en krispig schnitzel så föredrar vi  krispig pommes frites, men i detta fallet fick vi smörslungad persiljepotatis. Det är gott i sig, men funkar inte lika bra till krispig schnitzel med citron tycker vi. Att maten kommer in på varm tallrik gillar vi skarpt. Då slipper man att kasta i sig maten med vetskapen att den snart kommer att bli kall.

Man kan enligt menyn få rätterna som GI också.

Smaklighet: ψ ψ ψ
God vällagad schnitzel men vi föredrar valfri typ av potatis till.
Hälsosamhet: ♥ ♥ ♥
Svårt att ge hälsobetyg till wienerschnitzel, men salladsbuffé och GI är bra.
Prisvärdhet: €
Bra råvaror men i dyraste laget även för en stor portion.

Tack för visat intresse!

Relaterade länkar:
Tidigare recension från Manfreds (april 08)

Wienerschnitzel fast food chain in Las Vegas

I was in Las Vegas this past weekend when I came across this fast food restaurant called Wienerschnitzel.  It’s a popular chain in the USA with restaurants throughout Arizona, California, Texas as well as several other states.

The silly thing is they don’t actually serve wiener schnitzel or anything else related to the dish.  Although, their mascot is a cute and cuddly dachshund (just thought you might want to know).

So, if you’re interested in finding out what real wiener schnitzel is or how to make it, here’s a few websites worth checking out.

Kochecke Cooking Recipes
http://www.kochecke.com/recipe/wiener-schnitzel

The Passionate Cook http://thepassionatecook.typepad.com/thepassionatecook/2005/07/wiener_schnitze.html

Same people, same place: Tag 2 in der Gaststube “Alt Wien”. Da man nicht immer woanders essen kann, beehren die Testesser das Alt Wien zum zweiten Mal hintereinander. In der Küche und hinter der Bar die üblichen Verdächtigen. Der Kommandant des kulinarischen Todessterns Karl-Heinz und seine Chaossturmtruppen.

An erster Stelle stand dieses Mal eine Backerbsensuppe, die Vorspeise aus dem Nichts.

Zum Hauptgang verspeiste der Senior-Tester eine Breinwurst und der Junior verging sich an einem Wienerschnitzel mit Bratkartoffel und einem gemischten Salat.

Als Dessert optionierte der Senior-Tester diesesmal eine Preiselbeerschnitte im Biskuitmantel. Ein Monument von einem Mantel.

Nach der Niederlage gestern, hatte sich die Küche gut erholt und erwirtschaftete auf der Kernölskala 5/10. Das Service bekommt für seinen unvergesslichen Auftritt 100 Bonuspunkte.

Passende Getränke: noch mehr Alkohol und kein Kaffee.

Passende Musik: 

And I wouldn’t mind having a hot dog either…

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säger det igen. skriver om denna resan för att ha nåt att fylla ut bloggen med och inte för att det är mitt livs resa, men här kommer dag nio iaf. en dag som vi hade sett fram emot…

tisdagmorgon. en riktigt fin dag skulle det bli, eller det hade vi planerat i alla fall. när klockan ringde klockan sex, ungefär två timmar efter att vi kommit hem från kvällen innan, så trodde man inte riktigt på det däremot. planen var att vi skulle ta oss ut till campingen, där de andra väntade på oss, för att sedan åka vidare med vår buss till en glaciärtopp i närheten. det första man såg när man ställde sig upp från sängen var frisparks-per liggandes i full mundering på marken. inte helt sunda i huvudet, tog vi sedan beslutet att slita på oss badshorts och t-shirts. genchel tog även på sig sina birckenstocks-sandaler på fötterna. det skulle ju bli stek-väder på toppen hade vi tänkt. sitta i snön, ta en öl och bara glassa under solglasögonen. trodde vi. väl efter det, så övertalade vi per, som inte mådde helt ok att hänga med och inte somna om i sin fosterställning på vårt betonggolv i källarrummet. vi smög ut bakvägen från hotellet, för att inte bli upptäckta att vi hade haft en nattgäst i form av per… väl på framsidan stod hotellägaren och sa guten morgen. ett lätt fiasko. knappt misstänksamt när tre bakis svenskar i badshorts glider upp halv sju genom bakvägen? bra drag där.

vi hann precis med vår buss, som hade väntat på oss i tio minuter och sen började vi rulla mot das glaciärentopp eller vad det kan heta? väl på bussen somnade genchel och jag direkt. per satte sig ner… och knäckte en öl. det var det sjukaste tror jag. sedan lurade vi per att hans kompis sebbe, som tagit en bortamatch och inte hunnit med bussen, låg och sov på sätena längst bak. per köpte läget fullständigt och sa till och med att han såg honom ligga där. besvikelsen var total när vi kom fram och per förtvivlat väntade på sebbe som aldrig kom ur bussen…

efter att ha kört igenom ett rätt fint alplandskap, så kom vi fram till glaciären. genchel stekte ut i sina birckenstock och surfarshorts och konstaterade, efter att ha sett en live-kamera från toppen att det var snöstorm och minusgrader på toppen. kläder efter väder? vi bestämde oss trots det att köpa en biljett som nådde hela vägen upp. en enda person från bussen bestämde sig även för att hyra skidor…. per. efter att han lagt ut runt tvåtusen svenska riksdaler på kläder, skidor, liftkort och ett par sprillans nya skidglasögon, så tog vi oss upp mot toppen. på den ena liftstationen hade dom restaurang och där blev nästan alla från vår buss sittandes för att äta, sova och bli besvikna på den allt mer tilltagande snöstormen och att man inte kunde göra ett skit under de tre timmar vi skulle vara där i princip.

efter att ha krängt resans första riktiga wienerschnitzel, så tog genchel och jag dock beslutet att ta liften upp till toppen. med oss fick vi den skidprydde per… efter att precis fått stopp på honom, som på allvar var på väg till fel stolslift och höll på att åka ner igen, så vände vi iaf åt rätt håll uppåt igen. bra kul var det. hade han lyckats åka ner med den andra liften hade han nämligen fått betala fyrahundra kronor till för att åter komma upp. . hjältestatus på skidinsatsen hittils och det skulle bli bättre… man såg knappt handen framför sig när man sträckte ut den, på grund av den dåliga sikten och i det vädret skulle per ta sig ner. magiskt. väl uppe sa vi hejdå till per, höll tummarna för att han inte skulle slå ihjäl sig, kollade runt lite på den 3165 meter höga liftstationen och gick sedan på toaletten. inte alla som gjort sina behov på en så hög höjd? respekt. tyckte vi. lite häftift att ha kunnat kasta snöboll mitt i juni dessutom. efter ett varv till i liften, för att vi glömt att ta bevis-kortet på hur högt vi varit, så var det bara en väntan på att åka hem igen.

väl hemma, så tog vi en välbehövlig powernap, innan det var dags för att glida bort till weekender för att kolla moneybrothers spelning i deras källare. innan den såg vi frankrike-italien på övervåningen. med oss i vårt sällskap hade vi en kille från småland. han blev helt skogstokig när han såg att moneybrother satt några bord bort bara. samma kille stod sedan hela konserten längst fram och skrek och fick till och med moneybrother att ta hans telefon och snacka med hans flickvän. knappt nöjd. spelningen var helt ok. bäst var när pengabrorsan sa till att han inte ville ha en massa bröl på grund av att det var fotbolls-em, trots att han gillade fotboll han också. fem minuter senare drog han igång en hejaramsa, som alla, just bröliga svenskar som var där, givetvis hängde med på efter en halv millisekund. för enkelt?

efter konserten var det bara att ta en gyros och gå hem igen. man var som sagt lite sliten… bra dag.

bildtexter. längst upp. per iklädd cirka tvåtusen kronor plus en cola för en tia. räknar man snabbt blir det cirka femhundra kronor i minuten, aktiv åktid. jätteprisvärt. näst längst upp. wiiiienerschnitzel. mitten vänster. genchel med sandaler i snöstorm. mitten höger. sommarsnö? näst längst ner. shitbrake på tretusen meter plus. moget… längst ner. pengabrorsan. till och med ännu längre ner. så här hade det kanske sett ut på toppen om man sett något? bilden är tagen i den sista liften av tre på väg ner igen…

I came across something that’s free – but ONLY on Tuesday, July 15!

It could ruin your dinner, so plan accordingly…

TUESDAY ONLY Wienerschnitzel is giving away one chili dog or one kids cone (your pick). The offer is only good from 5-8PM. If it sounds to good to be true, click here.

While you’re on their site, become a member of the Wiener Lovers Club (go ahead and giggle) and you’ll get a free chili dog and get other goodies in your inbox!

I’ll have more freebies for you on Friday, so come back and see what I’ve found!

WTF?
Da kuendige ich noch den “Blog Revial Month” an und dann das hier? Meine Idee wurde geklaut!

Naja, egal…

Im letzten Eintrag habe ich ja schon etwas die Umgangssprache, bzw. die Abkuerzungen hier in den USA behandelt. Beim Autofahren habe ich neulich ueber etwas themenverwandtes nachgedacht und zwar um Woerter, die im englischen nicht das bedeuten, was man als “gemeiner” Deutscher wohl als erstes denkt. Also, fangen wir (wir sind in diesem Fall ich) mal an:

• “Corn”. Was mag das wohl heissen? Korn? Falsch! Es heisst Mais. Corn bread ist also nicht Koernerbrot sondern Maisbrot.
• Aehnlicher Fall: “Gas” ist die amerikanische Bezeichnung fuer Benzin. Und zwar um genau zu sein die Kurzform von gasoline.
• Was bekannt sein sollte: “Freedom” heisst woertlich uebersetzt nicht Frieden sondern Freiheit. Aber nun gut, da liegen die Bedeutungen ja nicht so weit auseinander.

Dann gibt es noch den speziellen Fall der fehlerhaften Verwendung englischer Begriffe im Deutschen:

• Am bekanntesten wohl das Handy. Nennt hier NIEMAND so. Es heisst entweder cell phone oder mobile.
• Zu etwas kulturellem Befremden kann in den USA auch die Mitteilung fuehren, dass in Deutschland das “public viewing” sehr beliebt ist und teilweise von Hunderttausenden gemacht wird. Hier ist public viewing naemlich der Begriff fuer oeffentliche Leichenbeschau.
• Auch den Oldtimer gibt es (in Autoform) nicht. Der am weitesten verbreitete Begriff dafuer ist wohl vintage car.
• Wer sich fuer das Thema der Scheinanglizismen interessiert, findet hier noch eine Menge weiterer Beispiele: Wikipedia

Um hier nicht nur auf den armen Deutschen rumzuhacken, die alles falsch machen, hier auch ein paar Alternativfaelle, in denen Amerikaner deutsche Begriffe doch eher gewagt interpretieren:

• “Wienerschnitzel” ist der Name einer grossen amerikanischen Fast Food Kette in der es – ja, wirklich – Hot Dogs gibt. Fuer viele Amerikaner ist Wienerschnitzel also ein Synonym fuer Hot Dog.
• Mist, mir faellt nicht mehr ein. Falls mir noch eine Eingebung kommt, werde ich das hier erweitern.

OK, das war es erstmal. Und damit der Blog hier nicht so bildlos daher kommt, hier noch ein Foto aus Boulder Creek, einem lustigen kleinen Ort in den Santa Cruz Mountains: