I didn’t pack a passport, but somehow I ended up in Germany. Right in the middle of Alabama.
Step inside this cozy spot, and suddenly the schnitzel smells like it came straight from a European alleyway, and the lederhosen vibes hit harder than you’d expect.
The pretzels were so soft they practically begged to be Instagrammed, and the sausages? Let’s just say I considered canceling all future meals in protest…