This is what my father said 500 times while we were at Germanfest tonight in my hometown, and I think I can share the sentiment, although for different reasons. Our fair city at one time had a large population of German immigrants that founded scores of Lutheran churches and societies, and their influence still holds today. One week in June every year we host wiener dog races (the little buggers are fast, don't be fooled by their shape), shapely-calf contests (I'm not sure what the criteria is, I hope hair isn't part of it), a beer tent, and polka dancing, all accompanied by delicious food.
I sampled only a small portion of what was offered. The potato salad is always yummy, with large chunks of savory ham and creamy potatoes in a slightly sour vinaigrette, served hot. The bratwurst was fat and juicy, and became a more complex dish with a topping of onions and spicy brown horseradish mustard. Sadly, I was disappointed but the kuchen, a dessert bar-like sweet that was slightly sour, and was made with lifeless canned apples. I would have preferred some Black Forest cake or other strudel variation. I was not brave enough to try the sauerkraut balls, but I don't think they'll be back on the menu next year. Perhaps a more appealing name? Kraut Nuggets anyone?
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