Oktoberfest at Mountain Lake
My friend Mandy had some Oktoberfest tickets she couldn’t use, so last night Ann and I took Penn to the festivities at Mountain Lake. The event featured a biergarten, traditional German food and the Sauerkraut Band.
When we first stood in line for the buffet, it dawned on me that this was a disaster waiting to happen. Penn’s a picky eater, a very picky eater. And although the entrees sounded delicious to me, I could easily see how the likes of beets, sauerkraut, purple cabbage and smoked salmon would be less than appealing to Penn. He was particularly disturbed by the roasted pig. The devoured meat exposed the pig’s spine, meanwhile the pig’s head was still in tact. Penn stared and had a lot of concern about the pig’s eyeballs.
Luckily, Penn found one of the German sausages edible. Though when he had eaten about half and suddenly asked, “Where does sausage come from?” I was very nervous to tell him “pigs”. That knowledge didn’t make a difference to Penn, he continued to ingest his dinner.
A local bakery in Christiansburg has a sign that says, “Life is Uncertain, Eat Dessert First”. I didn’t adopt the sentiment verbatim, but when I passed by the pastry bar and saw the inventory dwindling, I made sure to snag a piece of cake right away. I balanced it on my two plates of food and carried it back.
Later Ann asked Penn to get a dessert from the bar. He came back carrying a plate of crumbs (literally). That was all that was left. I was so very proud of my foresight and was eager to share my bounty and be the hero of the group. Alas, Mountain Lake did eventually replenish the dessert table. At least I can still snicker at those who had to wait ten extra minutes for their cake. Suckers!
Even though the meal started out shaky for Penn, he ended up having a fabulous time. The Sauerkraut Band was a big hit. He enjoyed clapping along, toasting his Sprite when the adults toasted and he seemed particularly enamoured with watching a little girl dance. Later, the event took on another level of excitement when Penn discovered a number of children playing billiards upstairs.
In the buffet line, I fully expected the evening would end with Penn driving our departure time. In the end, it was Ann and I, the old fogies, who had to drag Penn home!