Before we enter the Biergarten, here are some Photopass shots I neglected to show you earlier:
But now on to our dinner. We were seated right away, directly next to the dance floor. Nice! Since there are only four of us, we'll be seated with strangers. We usually don't have a lot of luck with that, so I'm sure our tablemates are going to be duds. The hostess leads our victi-um, I mean, tablemates over and seats them. They seem nice enough, but here comes the test: what will they order to drink?
The mom orders one of the lighter beers, but the dad goes for a liter of Hovels, which I can't seem to get a good description of online. It wasn't really dark, but it was brown enough to make it the winner for me. So, the parents at our table are drinkers, too. Good to see; this should be a fun meal
Oh, and Kristin got a wine. We got our food, and being a big fan of German food, I can easily find a lot to eat here. Too much, actually. Especially when you factor in a liter of beer, with even more throughout the day. And we've got lots of FPs for later!
Turns out the family sitting with us were a lot of fun to talk to, and they had a daughter slightly younger than Emily. Before we knew it, they were sitting on the same chair, with their plates up against each other. I tried to get a pic before we lost her, but our camera's not great in this lighting:
We're there; trust me.
The kids are eating well enough, and there's enough for them to find at least something they'll eat. Oh, hold on - it's showtime!
Martis Gross and what I'm presuming to be the Sonnenschein Express take the stage, but my knowledge of this band will show soon enough.
I love these guys. I listen to their CD every time I brew beer, and was surprised when they played at Musikfest, the local music/food/beer festival in town, last year. The kids love them, too.
Emily with her friend from the table:
Another girl joins the fray:
As does her dad:
Heck, even Dylan can't resist!
It's the "hillbilly dance" that he always does, which always transitions into that Russian kick-dance thing. Apparently, it's catchy:
Kristin and I even got out there, which is fun, because I can't dance. It's not that I don't want to; it just doesn't work for me. But a liter of Hovels makes me care a lot less, so out I go. No pics of this, either fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how much you like to watch me having fun and looking like a fool.
Speaking of looking like a fool, the fun has finally come to a close, we say 'bye' to our new friends, and we start to head for the door. But wait - I pass one of the band members, and I talk to him briefly about how I love their music and saw them play last summer back home. He said he's not always in the band, but maybe Martin Gross (himself) would like to talk to me. The guy was really nice, and seemed appreciative at how much we enjoyed the show.
I spot Martin come out from aside the stage, and he's talking to another diner he apparently knows. For a long time. Meanwhile, Dylan and I stand about 20 feet away, looking like eager groupies.
And we wait.
And wait.
And finally, we get a chance to meet him. I tell him we love his music, and I tell him about seeing him at Musikfest last year.
Um...
...
...nope, it wasn't him. Is he sure?
Yep, he's sure. But all the songs were that same from his CD!
Really, it wasn't him. Ok.......now I feel dumb. I tell him I'll just keep remembering that it was him, and off we go. Kristin, meanwhile, had no idea where we were, so she's not too happy when we finally find her.
Oh, well. I'm feeling good, if not completely stuffed, and it's still relatively early. We get outside - hey, apparently it rained while we were inside! Second time this week! It has stopped now, so that won't be a problem. Where to next?