Since both Sibylle and my birthdays are in October, a German influenced celebration was surely going to be on the cards! This should have been obvious by the fact that Sibylle is Austrian (which is almost German, though she’d probably argue that Germans are almost Austrian), and by the fact that I love me some German food!
And so, on the day after my birthday, we all joined Karl and Sibylle and their two little munchkins at The Brisbane German Club, opposite the Gabba. We were all quite encouraged by the rather authentic looking menu, though there were a few little influences that sounded distinctly Australian. Still, if someone offers me a menu with pork knuckle on it, then you’d better believe I’m going to be ordering the pork knuckle (although I almost ordered the lamb shanks, because if someone offers me a menu with lamb shanks on it, then you’d better believe I’m going to be ordering the lamb shanks; but I didn’t think I could get through two main meals). Sometime later, here’s what was served to me:
A hearty feast, indeed! But I’d be lying if I said it was the best pork knuckle I’d ever had. Basically, I wasn’t too impressed by the layer of crackling around the outside – I wanted something big and meaty, not something big and meaty wrapped in a layer of fat! Still, the gravy and potatoes were delicious, and the other patrons seemed satisfied with their meals, so I’ve no-one to blame for my poor choice but myself. Why oh why didn’t I stick with the lamb shanks?! Clearly another visit is in order!