I originally had plans to pack up the apartment and get our stuff into a van to move to greener pastures. Everybody else must have had the same thought, all the vans were booked out. I had to cancel my moving personnel, except, then I thought, maybe I could get things ready to dump into a van, when it is available. So I organised to have Khaled over to dismantle some things and also organised that we’d meet with Haitham for dinner.
Things ran late, I was starving, nothing was dismantled, Khaled arrived and we ditched work for the chance to eat.
I don’t know why but Haitham was the king of the day and it was his choice as to where we’d eat. He chose what I consider to be one of the least exciting places in Wilhelmshaven. It’s not that the place is bad, the food is pretty good actually, it’s just that everyone seems to choose here or the American joint.
The guys ordered burgers… another not so inspiring choice. I decided to make fun of them and partly because of eating a burger recently with Ingrid, I ordered a schnitzel.
We talked crap for 3 hours with topics such as: your glass is dirty or has detergent in it and that’s why the head of the beer dissipates quickly, getting Khaled a girl, babies, moving houses and languages.
After paying, we dropped off Haitham at a Nepalese Night his wife helped organise.
Ingrid’s brother has graduated his Masters degree in Aberdeen, Scotland. Her/his parents, naturally, wanted to be there for the ceremony. We booked them some cheap tickets so that they could spend 5 days in the -2 to 4 degree warmth.
The morning was a bit stressful, in part, because of a miscommunication that lead me to believe they were completely late and were going to miss their flight. Luckily it was only a miscommunication, they were delivered to the airport, safely and with more than enough time to catch their flight, have a coffee and relax. I didn’t know that until afterwards.
The highlight of their trip, other than seeing their son graduate, was a tour of a whisky distillery. They also have around 4000 different whiskies, including an affordable £5000 bottle.
Picking them up involved extra luggage. Ingrid’s brother, Carlos, accompanied them back and will be staying with us until mid-January.
No whisky was brought back…
The not so little baby is due, our next date night will be as a family!
Ingrid’s parents wanted to stay home and we wanted to go out, so we did. In the last week we received a catalogue for a new Kebab Restaurant in Wilhelmshaven. I know… it’s Kebab… For some reason that’s what we both wanted in the last week. Could be the dance with death health risk that appealed so much, no idea. Anywho… We did a drive-by passed the place. It looked to be not so much an eat in place as an order and run for your life kind of restaurant. We decided not to order and ran.
Conveniently there’s another restaurant nearby. It’s not kebabs, it was hamburgers. The place is called BurgerStop and we highly enjoyed it. The staff were very friendly, asking about the baby and things like. Unfortunately they didn’t have the drinks we wanted, but we got something that we enjoyed.
Ingrid ordered the Italia burger, it had mozzarella, ruccola and a pesto sauce. I ordered the Miri burger, it was the impressive one having roasted onion, a full salad, special sauce and cheddar cheese. Nailed it.
We then went to Miss Peppers to have milkshakes, because what’s a date without a milkshake?
It’s not the oldest Markt, it’s not the best Markt, but it is a cool milestone. I can remember 333 years ago, the television wasn’t a thing yet, nor were cars, in fact retirement wasn’t really a thing either… the average life expectancy in Sweden was about 32-36, depending on your gender. This markt was operating. I’m missing an ‘e’ you say? I’m not, it’s what the thing is called here in Germany.
I think I’ve mentioned it in previous posts… these markts were basically an event for farmers and business people to trade livestock, crafts, food, labour and drink a lot. These days there’s sometimes still the selling of livestock, there’s always some people some junk as craft, there’s lots of fried stuff as food, that means the drinking is still very traditional. The kids get to go on rides and things like that.
We took Ingrid’s parents along. They are still not used to the idea of ‘cold’ here. Ingrid’s mum paid the price of not bringing enough clothing and we were huddled into a café-like stall drinking hot drinks to bring her hands back to life. Francisco loves Glühwein (mulled wine) and took the opportunity to enjoy one. We had completed a lap of the place, looked at the historic exhibition, which had nothing from the beginning era, but some stuff from the last 100 years. There wasn’t much else to do because the parents weren’t interested in the rides, Ingrid isn’t able to go on any and I’m not going to do it all by myself. Ingrid’s mum wanted to eat in a restaurant, because it’s warm, comfortable, relaxed and all those nice words.
It turns out that in Zetel, there’s really only one restaurant. It’s a Greek one. Bonus! Francisco got to try Ouzo and loved it. He ate a soup (or drank it, depending on how you like to describe the action of consuming soup), the ladies ordered the same dish, an oven baked lamb and eggplant pie thing. I ordered very similar but with lamb and pasta filling. It’s Greek food, of course it was delicious.
Battling the cold was exhausting, so with filled bellies, we retired to home and slept the warriors sleep.
We were in Varel for a check up on the baby. Still growing in there, no real hint of him coming out to enjoy the cold.
All of the medical talk and waiting made us hungry. It was nearing 14:30 and that usually means the restaurants that are open, will be closing soon to prepare for the dinner shift. We decided to take a walk through Varel and see what Chance would deliver us. We neared Delikato until the sign on the door said that it was closed at exactly 14:30. Bummer. We turned our hungry stomachs to the cold streets. The chef appeared!
He let us in.
Boy oh boy!
The food is of the highest quality, it’s similar to Greek food, very meaty, a great use of herbs and spices, delicious sauces… not much more need be said, really. For some reason, perhaps, pure hospitality, we got a free entrée: a large platter of cucumber, carrot and feta cheese filled pastries to dip into a creamy paprika dip!! It was a very welcome change from the usual service we experience*.
Ingrid ordered a lamb dish, her father and I had some plates of various meats and Ingrid’s mum ordered grilled lamb with vegetables. It arrived to the table still grilling, our eyes following the steam and delicious smell it carried with it to its place on the table. Francisco, Ingrid’s dad, discovered Krombacher beer and really enjoys it. That’ll make it easy and cheap to please him with future drinks.
After we had finished eating, and couldn’t eat any more, the waitress still insisted on dessert, we had to politely refuse and insisted that they enjoy their break time (we were there at least an hour).
*It’s quite normal that if a café/restaurant/food business is closing in an hour, what they mean is that they will not serve you because they are cleaning during that final hour and will go home at closing time. We even had this at a bakery recently, where the lady informed us that closing time was only 30 minutes away and that she still had to turn all the machines off… that’s a typical service experience.