where they gave us a not so nice room as before,
but who cares, we were just regrouping on our way
out of town.

So not feeling like eating in a hotel restaurant
(they are perfectly fine, though, these days), we
asked a desk clerk for a recommendation for a place
to eat within walking distance. She looked our
frailnesses up and down and suggested Watzke,
which turned out to be five minutes away, two of
which were spent waiting for the walk light.

It was after normal lunchtime, and there weren't
very many patrons, and the ones who were there were
mostly drinking. So they put us at a table with
windows on two sides, the better to have people
notice, oh, there are folks eating at 3 pm, it
must be a good place. And so it was.

Lilli, being somewhat geographically challenged,
ordered a Flammekueche; though it was several
hundred kilometers from its home territory, it was
pretty indistinguishable from the real thing, the
crust thin and crisp, the bacon and onions bacony
and oniony, and the cheese quarky. It was large,
and even after I helped out with a couple squares
there were a few squares left.

Schnitzeltag! - the special of the day was a half-
pound schnitzel made from real though perhaps not
the tenderest veal, fried nicely but needing the
lemon wedge garnish. This came with a sweet-sour
cabbage and carrot salad, which was okay, perhaps
harking back to the olden days of the DDR, where
the vegetables were as pointless as the rest of
life. To make up for this a large mound of steak
fries that came covered with herb cheese and would
be beyond any normal person's capacity for gluttony,
even someone who liked potatoes and cheese.

It being a brewery, I got a Watzke Pils, pretty
normal, followed by a Weizenbock, also pretty normal.
Lilli had a Spatburgunder from Weingut Kiefer that
was surprisingly one of the best wines of the trip.

We went out in the evening looking for a soft drink
for Lilli (and if we'd found one at an appealing
place I'd have had a beer). No such luck - aside
from that same Watzke, which was hopping with a
waiting line, the neighborhood despite all its
glaring lights turned out to be shut tighter than a
drum. Not wanting to pay another round of hotel
prices, we just went back home and to sleep.

Next day, to catch the bus, we were out of there too
early to take advantage of breakfast, so we walked
to the local Markthalle, where eventually we found
a bakery open that would sell us a pastry and a cup
of joe (both for her). The offering was mediocre,
but the place was crowded; one of the advantages of
being the only place open early.

And then to Dresden Central, where the buses also
stop, and where Lilli got hunger pangs again and
found a sandwich shop right in the train station. I
tasted it: excellent bread, excellent butter,
excellent prosciutto. I almost marched in there
and got one myself.

Flixbus picks up on Bayerischestrasse, and it becomes
obvious when the people start milling around, which
they did, because the equipment came about 15 late.
As there were no strikes, immigrant crises, or massive
accidents, we made up 10 of that on a totally boring
and uneventful trip through some of the most blasted
landscape in Rurope.
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