Enroute to camp we decided to treat ourselves to a little lunch. We were a party of four caravanning up with our our staff hauling vans and decorations and a giant teddy bear named Bjorn.
Much to our surprise we found one of the most sinfully decadent schnitzel creations in our area.
From the outside it was just another German roadside diner or truckstop schnitzel house. The inside had plenty of stretching room and an easy enough menu helpfully labeled in English and German. The hollandaise schnitzel was a ridiculously calorie laden mess akin to that KFC sandwich that came out a few years back that was essentially fried chicken "bread" sandwiching cheese and more chicken and sauce and goop. It was battered pork cutlets stacked with pineapple and a yummy hollandaise sauce big enough to feed a family of four. My sauteed chicken Mediterranean fruit smothered salad was also great.
I had a funny moment in the bathroom when we went to leave. It was high end hotel worthy. Wood and shiny and extra mirrors and a suave hand dryer. The stalls didn't resemble anything out of a local diner. The toilet paper however was trapped in this evil metal box. I spent many futile minutes trying to ply single squares out of it. It totally cracked me up when recanting the story to my fellow three male travelers. Best schnitzel in Germany. Totally worth commuting an hour just to eat. Fanciest bathroom I've seen in a long time and yet they have to be stingy on the butt paper. I consider that a sacrifice I can completely work around.