My father treated the six of us--I have four young children--and my godfather to an Oktoberfest repast. It was great. It exceeded my expectations.
I was born in Germany, and my godfather--who is bilingual in German and English--whose name is Wolfgang, thought highly of the place. (He travels frequently to Germany to visit his mother and extended family.)
My father likes it much better than the inn at Danbury.
I had the sauerbraten. The veal tends to be a little dry wherever one has it.
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