Even I am sick of semmelknödeln, typing it alone is a pain in the klarn, as my father would say. But I had to go back to Joseph Roth Diele to get my dumpling. And I did. Husoor had the wiener, lentils and spätzle (there’s a combo for ya). This time there were no misunderstandings. The place was jammed. The semmelknödeln, though, was a disappointment I am sorry to report. It wasn’t inedible, I ate the whole damn thing but it did not meet the standards I’d set for it. Half bad, I’d say.
On the other hand a few days later I made the box-mix semmelknödeln. It wasn’t half bad. Aside from being boiled in plastic. Speaking of my father, he would not have liked this boiling-in-plastic concept. He thought plastic was poisonous.
I ate the poisonous dumplings with home-made chicken gravy (heated up with sage for a flavor boost in case there was a plasticky taste). There was not. Just plastic waste.





Too bad it wasn’t served to the wrong table 😉
Totally!!
That looks yummy!
That looks yummy!
Duplicate comment!!
That looks yummy!
Duplicate comment!!
Again!!! Ok
Yummy looking!
That looks yummy!
Duplicate comment!!
Again!!! Ok
Yummy looking!
OMG!!!
Never
mind
Are you done yet?