Ella has lived over two years without a proper introduction to Oktoberfest. What type of German am I? It was high time that Ella had a taste of her first schnitzel. So off to Edelweiss (dubbed "Chicago's #1 German Restaurant") we went. She may have turned up her nose at the spaetzel but we did talk her into some knackwurst (aka "hotdog") and pretzen (aka "bread). She even got on the dance floor for a little foot stomping and knee slapping while Mommy, Daddy and Vivian threw back a Spaten. Relax, there's no drinking age in Germany. It was like a kooky wedding reception...aside from the waitstaff in dirndls. She was not even thrown by the weird guy in lederhosen. Note she won't go within ten feet of the Easter Bunny. I got enough delicious beige goodness to last me until next Oktoberfest. With dumplings sauerkraut and pork who needs to eat in color?
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