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Knödel. A word worthy of discussion. A dish that can defeat an army if done well. And also, if done poorly. Probably. Or not. But wouldn’t it sound good in a History Channel special?

Knödel, in Mrs J’s mind, is quintessentially German. She figures it’s likely she’ll get beat up maybe by Austrian and/or assorted Slavic friends for saying so. Apologies in advance, a’right? She doesn’t really know where Knödel were first made, or anything about the history of Knödel at all, really.

She does know good Knödel when she gets some though. And she did this week. In Germany. So there. Good German Knödel, ha!

This is the restaurant where she got it, somewhere close to Koblenz.

It was a really nice place, with good service and a nice atmosphere. This is their courtyard.

The Knödel (Semmelknödel) were served with chanterelles cooked lightly with some bacon, a choice of meat (Mrs J chose pork filet medallions) and a sweet red berry sauce.

It tasted great. Mrs J would go back!