Last Tarte Flambée @ Strasbourg

I love my Bella to bits and nothing will ever change my feeling towards her. However, the life with Bella the Dynamo tends to be full of unexpected mini drama and it can be a bit more than I am asking for. For example, I took her to our usual Regents Park run this afternoon and she came back with loose claws, one definitely on her right front paw and another suspect on her left hind leg. How did it happen?! Are you a trouble magnet or something? You are the trouble wearing fur, aren’t you?

Nothing was wrong with her then…

On our way home, I noticed that something was wrong with her. Normally, she was pretty chilled out on my lap after playing in the park. However this time, she seemed to be paying too much attention to her paws. I felt around her pads with my fingers, expecting some small twigs and leaves stuck between them but found none. And Bella didn’t like it at all. She never dared to sink her teeth in my fingers, yet she made sure I knew her discomfort. At home, I gave her a more through examination while Hubbie held her so she wouldn’t wriggle too much. Then, I discovered one of her claws was definitely loose. Oh dear, I will have to make an appointment to a vet tomorrow, I sighed. My heart sank because I was super committed and busy this Monday and a visit to the vet would be overladen my plate for sure. However, it has to be sorted and the life is like that, isn’t it? Continuous problem solving exercise…

Probably, the sky above the pavilion was telling me something…

There may be trouble ahead…

Anyway, let me get back to the evening my mum and I had our last tarte flambée aka the flammekueche at Strasbourg.

After leaving the cathedral, we sauntered southward, trying to find some inviting eatery along Rue du Maroquin.

‘What do you fancy, mum?’ She pondered for a while and replied, ‘How about Alsasian pizza with beer?’ It sounded very agreeable, therefore, we headed to Le Gruber la brasserie Alsacienne.

The restaurant was pretty full but soon their receptionist ushered us to one of their tables facing the street…

Since it was one of those summer weekends, Strasbourg was brimful of tourists from all over the world, especially from France and Germany, and we were a little worried as if the service could be slow because of it. However, the staffs, who must have been dealing with the tides of visitors on daily bases, seemed to be totally unfazed  and came to take our order fairly quickly.

Mum ordered tomato and basil tarte flambée and I ordered a ham and cheese one…

Mmmmm, tarte flambée and beer are the best bed fellows! The saltiness of the dish enhanced the flavour of the beer so well. We enjoyed our last supper at this historical city very much…

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Dinner at Reichsküchenmeister

We were very happy to see the sign of our hotel, Hotel Zum Breiterle after enduring a stressful car journey on A3. I recounted to a receptionist how hellish our journey from Würzburg was as she handed over me a key to the room. ‘Noooo, oh my god!’ She couldn’t believe our misadventure.

Our room was modest but very tidy and the bathroom looked immaculate…

There was only one desire we had in our mind…, BEER! Surely, we deserve ice cold beer after the ordeal! So we set off to find a suitable beer garden/restaurant as well as to explore this pretty medieval German town…

We walked along Rödergrasse. It was almost six o’clock and most of the shops, except a green grocer/general store, were already shut. Mum found cartons of strawberries displayed on a bench made out of crates and wanted to buy one of them as a snack for the next day.

After purchasing strawberries, we carried on walking towards Marktplaz…

Near Marktplaz, we noticed soap bubbles wafting along by the breeze. Where do they come from? We looked up and found a cute teddy bear blowing bubbles…

Marktplaz with its town hall…

Rothenburg as a place already existed since around the 11th century, and it was formally founded as a town in 1274. The town became a part of the kingdom of Bavaria in 1803 as a result of the Treaty of Pressburg, thanks to Napoleon’s victory over the Austrian at Um.

We decided to have dinner at Hotel Reichs Küchenmeister as they had encouraging reviews on Google…

The entrance to their beer garden…

One of the waiters ushered us to the side of a table in the corner and told us to wait there until the table was vacated by the guests, who, the waiter claimed, paid the bill and were ready to leave. However, the guests showed no sign of leaving the table, and it was rather awkward being left standing by them. Eventually, I told the staff that we would rather be inside of the restaurant since we were not that bothered about al fresco dining.

In our seat, waiting for our beer (and food)…

Mum with her beer. You earned it, mum. You were a brilliant map reader!

I ordered Dreierlei Fränkische Bratwürste mit Fass-Sauerkraut und Kartoffeln, what a long name…

Three different franconian sausages with Sauerkraut and potatos. I just loved German sausages and I couldn’t have enough of them before returning to the UK.

Mum opted for Flammkuchen mit Räucherlachs, Mozarella, Kirschtomaten und lauch…

Flammkuchen with smoked salmon, cherry tomatoes, mozzarella and leek. This Flammkuchen, also known as Tarte flambée, was one of the most famous Alsatian dish and also mum’s favourite during our road trip.

After our culinary desire was fulfilled, we embarked on a post-dinner saunter in Rothenburg…

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