Next day an early start, meeting our cohort at the
train station, where we commandeered a car or two on
the run to Regensburg, about an hour away.

At the cathedral we met with our enthusiastic and
knowledgeable young guide, who led us through the old
city, a vigorous and entertaining jaunt ending at
the Historische Wurstkuchl by the beautiful gray
Danube, supposedly the oldest restaurant in the
world, specializing in (of course) Bratwurst, which
Lilli and most of the others got. I bucked the tide
with the roast pork belly, a decent but not huge
serving, sided by potato salad with pickles. It took
two steins of the Jacob dark beer to get me to a
reasonable state of fullness.

We'd been scheduled on a different tour of Regensburg
in the afternoon, then catching a train with the boys and
girls back to the city followed by dinner at the Lederer
Kulturbrauerei (pretty good typical beers brewed in house
and more pork products, not perhaps so good as Barfusser's),
but Lilli didn't feel up for it - rather peaked in fact. A
quick consultation with our host yielded the information
that his sister Franzi (a PT) and b-i-l (a physician) were
right there at another table in the restaurant and would
take over the case.

These worthies, after having got rid of their kids for the
day, installed us in their favorite cafe, in a building
once occupied by Oskar Schindler; there we relaxed over
a drink while they planned our play. They had a car and a
prescription pad, so we were in major luck. After a stop
at a local apothecary for medications, the doctor drove us
all the way back to the Movenpick NUE and saw us through
the checkin. Grateful thankyous, and they disappeared
into the Bavarian countryside.

The hotel is actually a pretty nice place, even more so
by contrast as it's an airport hotel. We got a room the
equal of most of the "upgraded" accommodations that my
status gets me at other properties. As our grandiose plans
to find a great place to eat were scotched by Lilli's
general totteriness, we chanced the hotel bar in the
lobby, the real restaurant being closed.

The house wine was quite decent. The draft Pilsner
was fine. As I wanted something to fill my belly,
I ordered the geschnetzles Kalbfleisch, Swiss-style
stir-fry of veal with a mushroom cream sauce, offered
with Spaetzle but which came with the unannounced
substitution of Rosti, which I didn't mind. Both
were exemplary - restaurant quality, if you will.

Next day we felt good enough to hit Chris's farewell
brunch at Terminal 7 (the joke being that there are
only 2 terminals, but this Movenpick-run buffet was
perhaps a shoutout to Salzburg's Hangar 7, one of
the famous restaurants of all time). There was a
lot of stuff I could have - pickled eggplant and
mushrooms, cold-smoked salmon, cold cuts and German
sausages including Bratwursts of several kinds and
Frikadeller, sll to be washed down with some cheap
but palatable Prosecco. I tried several things that
I shouldn't have but that looked intriguing, various
baked pastas including a decent lasagne, several
flavors of pizza (none too good), and all sorts of
doughnuts. Then auf Wiedersehens all around and back
to the hotel, where we asked for late checkout (would
have liked 6 hr but they had 2 or 8, the first fairly
reasonable, the second at a rate exceeding half a
night, but what can you do, we opted for the longer).
Surprise, when we left they charged us only for the
shorter option, ensuring that we'll consider them
favorably in future.
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