by Stephen D » Sat Jan 11, 2014 1:35 am
She broke the mold, in my opinion...
I went there a bunch. There were no servers- there was Erika. She would serve you with the most genuine of hospitality. Old school- she'd go and read the paper with her husband while you enjoyed yourself. Only popping up when it mattered. You basically dined with Germans and the owner of the establishment.
The old way.
Good on her- them bones get tired. Sooner or later, you have to hang the apron up. Just do it before it kills you.