Tradition

A special request blog post!

Good Friday. A day where Jesus was nailed to a cross to die for our sins, and Someone translated that as don’t eat meat on this. Probably the same jackass from Vapiano that gave me a Calzone when I asked for a pizza box.

It was 2016 in Kirchberg (Hundsrück) in the PFalz. Michelle and I were doing our first multi-day Easter hike. As always in Germany, a concern of what restaurants can be found and which will be open. We found The Folsom Prison Diner, and history was made.

First things first, this place was filled to the brim with Bikers. And they were all ordering the same giant meat platter or the 5x stack hamburger. Per biker, no sharing. Red meat? Make it a quintuple!

So Michelle and I ordered burgers. Coming from Chicago, I’ve heard it all. Next person that says “Windy City” to me is getting slapped. But what I never heard was:

That’s a new one. Also no idea why Ohio is Peanut Butter. And which Springfield, there’s like 3 per state.

That is also the ONLY photo I have from that hike.

And thus, tradition was made!

But, on to Uwe’s request, as Michelle and I bellied up at the bar enjoying our burgers and the waitress brought out platter and platter of Good Friday good meat, the two wait staff behind the counter were busy making one Spetzi after another. I’m guessing the bikers love Spetzi.

What is a Spetzi? Mezzo mix, Schwibschwab, millions of other brands, whatever you want to call it, it’s a mixture of cola and Fanta or Fanta like product. Some use coke, some use Pepsi, I’m sure others use Ja brand. It doesn’t matter, I think it’s gross, but Germans love it.

And… it truly doesn’t matter! With each Spetzi they made behind the bar, they only had 1 Liter Coca Cola bottles. So, half Fanta, then regardless of anything, Rest with coke, and random coke! Normal, diet, lite, zero, caffeine free… did not matter, they poured it in. If it was half full with normal coke and the next bottle was xmas special caffeine free extra sugar edition… did not matter, fill it up, it will be drunken!

I’ll see if I can get a guest blogger with my sisters version of good ole Catholic Guilt and only letting me eat cheese a Good Friday decades ago…