On Thursday we rolled into Rostock.
We came to for
the Hansesail festival – the tall ships. There are tall ships festivals in
Chicago, Duluth and Hamburg, but I have never been to one. What I didn’t
realize about this one was that it also featured kiddie rides, bratwurst stands and band shells. Brian thought I had tricked him into attending some
kind of a county fair.
It rained much of the afternoon, but we dried out enough to enjoy some of the ships.
We could have seen more of Rostock with another day and clearer weather, but we did eat at a really cool restaurant. It was built into a building that is probably 300 years old, and Brian had the best turkey sandwich of his life. The more we travel to big towns and small towns, to places in Germany and other countries, the more I realize that Hannover's restaurants stink. I do have a place in my heart (rather, my stomach) for the Indian restaurant across the street and for our Turkish kabob shop. But on the whole I have not found anywhere to eat here that is really really good.
Hannoverians, I know there's a few of you out there. I challenge you to recommend to me the best restaurants in Hannover. I haven't given up yet.
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