Downtown lunch.

We met K and B at the downtown German restaurant for lunch yesterday. We hadn't been there before on a Saturday, and it wasn't as crowded as it is on the weekdays. They must get a lot of people from the nearby office buildings from Monday through Friday. K and B hadn't been there before, so it was a nice switch-- us finding a downtown restaurant that they hadn't discovered first.

The restaurant, "Rudi Lechner's," has been there since 1976, and the decor reflects that, but somehow it just works. It's warm and cozy, very German-looking, mostly all of the chairs have thick cushions, and you can sit there for a couple of hours and enjoy a leisurely meal and conversation without feeling like the waiters want you to leave. The wait-staff there is very efficient, very professional.

We've ordered a lot of different things on the menu, and we haven't ever been disappointed. They have a salad bar with lots of German-style vegetables, and when I've just ordered soup and salad, it's more than enough for a meal. Yesterday, I ordered the grilled salmon (hold the butter, please), sauted spinach, and red cabbage. Delicious spinach, homemade red cabbage, perfectly cooked fish. Both my husband and K ordered German schnitzel dishes.

On the way home, we stopped at The Men's Wearhouse--- more shirts, more slacks, two more ties. While my husband was looking through the slacks, the saleswoman asked me if he really liked everything he bought last week. I told her that as soon as he got home with his new clothes, he went through everything in his closet and took out mostly every item that was in there. Once again, the on-site tailor hemmed up the new slacks while my husband looked at shirts and ties. Now why can't they have that service in a woman's store?


We've been hearing the pitter-patter of tiny feet up in the attic lately. I don't know what got in there, or how, but it's definitely a little critter of some kind. Not too big, because it's not making much noise, so I doubt it's a raccoon. We have had a raccoon up in the attic before, years ago, and it sounds like a bowling ball rolling across the ceiling. Can't be a possum, either, because it would be making that squealing sound every once in a while. Awful sound, right out of a horror movie. I don't think it's a squirrel because it isn't moving that quickly. Maybe a mouse? One of the mice that eats the birdseed in the backyard every morning? It's a mystery how it would get from the yard to the attic, though. I will have to call the Pest Control guy in the morning..... he'll come out here with a trap and set it up there. Three cats in this house, and there's a mouse in the attic. Go figure.