Showing posts with label wine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wine. Show all posts
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Most Aesthetically Appealing Caterpillar Roll Ever
Still down here in North Carolina, last night Ron and I went to Yianni's Greek Restaurant here in Morganton. They have sushi night on Tuesdays, and we had never had their sushi so we checked it out.

Ron got some Yuengling Beer, and I started with a Merlot that was so so, and it turned into a Chianti which was good. For dinner we got a tempura roll, some salmon sashimi, and, this fabulous Caterpillar Roll....tell me this isn't great.

Look at this, dude looks like a little Caterpillar running through the mud complete with antennas...or feelers, whatever you want to call them. The sushi was pretty good, better than I would expect from a place that only does it once a week.
The only downside to this dinner was the for the second time on this trip, Ron and I did not get the appetizer that we ordered....I have had issues with getting lemonade in this state too.....strange. One more day in NC, then I'm out.

Ron got some Yuengling Beer, and I started with a Merlot that was so so, and it turned into a Chianti which was good. For dinner we got a tempura roll, some salmon sashimi, and, this fabulous Caterpillar Roll....tell me this isn't great.

Look at this, dude looks like a little Caterpillar running through the mud complete with antennas...or feelers, whatever you want to call them. The sushi was pretty good, better than I would expect from a place that only does it once a week.
The only downside to this dinner was the for the second time on this trip, Ron and I did not get the appetizer that we ordered....I have had issues with getting lemonade in this state too.....strange. One more day in NC, then I'm out.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Germany - Our Last Night in Germany
Tonight was our last night in Germany, and the viastore folks took us out to the Stuttgart Wine Festival to show us a good time. We had been talking about this all week, and word had gotten around that we were planning this, so by the time we got to it, we had a large following. Mark, myself, John, Ben and Rick, and we were joined by Martin and Regina Rommler, Halina Janischewski, Dieter Ruffner, Matthias Müller and Birgit Stark from viastore GmbH, and finally, Ben’s friend Arnin who is from Germany.
The plan was for the US folks and Arnin to meet at the central train station in Stuttgart at 7 PM. Ben and I, being the good hosts that we are, decided to go and pick up Rick at the train station near his hotel so he did not have to find his own way. He moved to a hotel that day that was near the airport, about a 25 minute train ride. So, Ben and I are off, on our own on the Stuttgart trains system for the first time…..and you know how I am on my own in Germany.
Seemed simple enough though, make one train change at the main station, and I will take us right to Rick. So we boarded the train in Feuerbach, and took our seats….they were pretty nice, with tables on the side and everything. Here is a picture…

If you notice in the upper right of this picture, it says “To 1st Class Section”….this is a picture of the door Ben and I passed through after about 10 minutes on this train. Yup, that’s right, we got on the train, apparently through the first class entrance, which I am sure is well marked on the outside. It was funny, as soon as we sat down we both started commenting how comfy the seats were, and how it was cool there were tables…..and no one else was in our section….this was the best train in the whole fleet..
Then I think we started to add things up, the nice seats, tables, no one else in our area…..and the door to this area looked familiar….oh, we had seen it from the other side on our last train ride….so we scurried out of there.
After picking up Rick, and making it to the main station, we had a bit of a wait as we were early, and the Bietigheim boys were running a little late. But we did find Arnin, and were chatting with him for a bit. Then Rick took off to find the bathroom. When he returned, he told me he had to pay 30 cents to get into the bathroom. I said no way, this was surely a blogable item. So I ran over to take a picture.

Sure enough, there it is, a turnstile to get into the bathroom. 30 cents, you gotta be kidding me. Arnin said it was so that the homeless wouldn’t go in there to sleep, makes sense now, maybe they do this in the US in big cities, I have no idea, but it was still funny.
What you cannot see in my picture however, is that right after the flash hit the turnstile, an older gentlemen turned the corner and was headed out. I can only imagine what was running through his head as he saw me taking a picture of him emerging from the bathroom. I ran back to the group, and started to tell them about this guy, and when I turned around to point, he was about 5 feet from me, giving me one of the worst stink eyes I have ever gotten as he slowly passed by…….wasn’t sure if he was just letting me know he was displeased, or if he was keeping an eye on me because he was not sure what I would do….anywho, more good times.
So, the Wine Festival, we got off the train in Stuttgart and had to hoof it a bit, but it did allow us to walk through a cool part of the city…
This is the New Castle in Stuttgart’s Schlossplatz (town square) built in 1746.
The plan was for the US folks and Arnin to meet at the central train station in Stuttgart at 7 PM. Ben and I, being the good hosts that we are, decided to go and pick up Rick at the train station near his hotel so he did not have to find his own way. He moved to a hotel that day that was near the airport, about a 25 minute train ride. So, Ben and I are off, on our own on the Stuttgart trains system for the first time…..and you know how I am on my own in Germany.
Seemed simple enough though, make one train change at the main station, and I will take us right to Rick. So we boarded the train in Feuerbach, and took our seats….they were pretty nice, with tables on the side and everything. Here is a picture…

If you notice in the upper right of this picture, it says “To 1st Class Section”….this is a picture of the door Ben and I passed through after about 10 minutes on this train. Yup, that’s right, we got on the train, apparently through the first class entrance, which I am sure is well marked on the outside. It was funny, as soon as we sat down we both started commenting how comfy the seats were, and how it was cool there were tables…..and no one else was in our section….this was the best train in the whole fleet..
Then I think we started to add things up, the nice seats, tables, no one else in our area…..and the door to this area looked familiar….oh, we had seen it from the other side on our last train ride….so we scurried out of there.
After picking up Rick, and making it to the main station, we had a bit of a wait as we were early, and the Bietigheim boys were running a little late. But we did find Arnin, and were chatting with him for a bit. Then Rick took off to find the bathroom. When he returned, he told me he had to pay 30 cents to get into the bathroom. I said no way, this was surely a blogable item. So I ran over to take a picture.

Sure enough, there it is, a turnstile to get into the bathroom. 30 cents, you gotta be kidding me. Arnin said it was so that the homeless wouldn’t go in there to sleep, makes sense now, maybe they do this in the US in big cities, I have no idea, but it was still funny.
What you cannot see in my picture however, is that right after the flash hit the turnstile, an older gentlemen turned the corner and was headed out. I can only imagine what was running through his head as he saw me taking a picture of him emerging from the bathroom. I ran back to the group, and started to tell them about this guy, and when I turned around to point, he was about 5 feet from me, giving me one of the worst stink eyes I have ever gotten as he slowly passed by…….wasn’t sure if he was just letting me know he was displeased, or if he was keeping an eye on me because he was not sure what I would do….anywho, more good times.
So, the Wine Festival, we got off the train in Stuttgart and had to hoof it a bit, but it did allow us to walk through a cool part of the city…
This is the New Castle in Stuttgart’s Schlossplatz (town square) built in 1746.
Shopping center opposite the New Castle

Entering the Wine Festival


This area is a large lot most of the time surrounded by these buildings


This is out tent, where we had a table reserved, with a rather surly gentleman sitting out from….I think he’s the bouncer at this club.
And our table that our German colleagues have saved for us…..a bit croweded
I would call this the German Sampler Platter, I believe it has Lentil, Sauerkraut, Pork, some form of hot dog and Maultaschen (ravioli).

Entering the Wine Festival


This area is a large lot most of the time surrounded by these buildings


This is out tent, where we had a table reserved, with a rather surly gentleman sitting out from….I think he’s the bouncer at this club.
And our table that our German colleagues have saved for us…..a bit croweded
I would call this the German Sampler Platter, I believe it has Lentil, Sauerkraut, Pork, some form of hot dog and Maultaschen (ravioli).
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Germany - Esslingen, Good times, good wine, really old stuff
Tuesday night we ventured to Esslingen for some sightseeing and dinner. Birgit Stark and I have been talking about visiting here since the last time I was here and was unable to join her there. We had a pretty large crew with us. Ben, myself, Mark, Michael, Birigt, Martin Rommler and is wife Regina, Stjepan Grzan, and one of our customers.
We took the train in from the Feuerback office, and walked directly to one of the oldest towers, the Schelzttor, built in 1286, that's right, it's old.

This tower has been commercialized and now serves ice cream..below is a local street walker that just walked off without paying for his ice cream......

An of course, right behind this tower, we have.....vineyards

This is the jailhouse where the street walker shown above was dragged to by his ankles by the local authorities.....just kidding, this is a view, in the background, of one of the old towers on the wall that used to surround the city.
We took the train in from the Feuerback office, and walked directly to one of the oldest towers, the Schelzttor, built in 1286, that's right, it's old.
An of course, right behind this tower, we have.....vineyards
This is the jailhouse where the street walker shown above was dragged to by his ankles by the local authorities.....just kidding, this is a view, in the background, of one of the old towers on the wall that used to surround the city.
There are a lot of waterways through the city like this one here.

This is one of the oldest, if not the oldest bridge in Germany, it was built around 1229, which made Esslingen a major centre for trade on the route between Italy, Switzerland, and Northern Germany....translation, lots of toll and tax money helping to make this area wealthy.




Another picture of the Schelzttor tower, this is not a real guy walking across

The Market Area

The "new" town hall, build in 1750

The old town hall, built in 1420


Old timber housing, again, some of the oldest houses in Germany


Onion Pie at a Beer Garden, great with new wine I am told

The hike up to the tower




To the left is the oldest house in Esslingen
This is one of the oldest, if not the oldest bridge in Germany, it was built around 1229, which made Esslingen a major centre for trade on the route between Italy, Switzerland, and Northern Germany....translation, lots of toll and tax money helping to make this area wealthy.
The building of the accountants from the church. Back in the day, monks were the only ones who could brew beer, so the church had a lot of income from this. One of the reasons monks could brew beer, is that they have a 200 day fasting, where they cannot eat anything. Well, apparently you can live on the beer over here fro 200 days because it has a lot more calories and nutrients......sounds like a boring diet to me.
Another picture of the Schelzttor tower, this is not a real guy walking across
The Market Area
The "new" town hall, build in 1750
The old town hall, built in 1420
Old timber housing, again, some of the oldest houses in Germany
Onion Pie at a Beer Garden, great with new wine I am told
The hike up to the tower
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