Germans or no Germans, the line was long and didn't move. (This later influenced a rather strange dream in which I was trapped in some kind of conveyor-belt bathhouse, where they only let the children out in order to make people believe you could actually go in and out. I know, crazy-ass dream, but it was visually compelling. However, I don't really want to unpack it right now.) After 45 minutes or so in line Liss and I had to leave to get back in time to meet up with D. & S. for dinner.
The houses, or pavillions as many are called, are predominantly advertisements for countries or provinces (Saskatchewan House anyone?), and I think the main attraction of Saxony House was beer, which I can get almost anywhere. I don't need to stand in line for a German beer and a bratwurst. Thanks, though.
Dinner was far more successful. Liss and I took our lovely hostesses, D. & S., to db bistro moderne, a Daniel Boloud place. We were early for our reservation so we had a pre-dinner beer down the block. Look! No lines! No crowds! Beer! (The cream soda in the foreground is Liss's.)
all this talk about food made me insanaly hungry and I had to go get a donut!!!! Now heartburns are killing me and I keep thinking I am going to have a 12 pounds baby!!!
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