Thursday is Schnitzel Day at Die Kneipe.
Die Kneipe, which means “the pub” in German, is – you guessed it – a German pub in Kensington. (I think I’ve said this before but I don’t blog enough about Kensington. It’s the Melville of Joburg East.) My friend Tecla suggested we meet there for lunch yesterday because Die Kniepe has the best schnitzels.
Tecla didn’t even realize Thursday is Schnitzel Day, when the pork and chicken schnitzels are R77 instead of R99.
I like this place because it’s exactly what it advertises itself to be. I went to Germany recently and had dinner at a pub that was pretty much identical to this, just in Berlin and not Joburg. Die Kneipe has everything a German pub should have: dark wood furniture, soccer memorabilia, schnitzel, eisbein, sauerkraut, German beer, and a million kinds of sausage.
All of this plus Die Kneipe has fantastic service – one thing I personally did not experience when I was in actual Germany.
We both ordered schnitzels – one chicken and one pork, with pepper sauce. (Unfortunately there was no spaetzle in stock yesterday.) The schnitzel was delicious and huge – I ate it for both lunch and dinner yesterday – and I especially enjoyed my potato roesti side.
It was a beautiful day so Tecla and I sat outside. But the interior has a classic sports-pub vibe that’s perfect for hanging out and watching soccer or rugby or cricket. Die Kneipe also hosts live music events.
By the way, Joburg has several other great places for German food. Check out my posts on the Black Forest Bakery and the Schwaben Butchery, and there are some others I haven’t blogged about yet.
Go get your schnitzel on.
Die Kneipe is at Queen’s Place, 139 Queen Street, Kensington. (Parking is a bit tricky: You have to turn into a funny little alley to get to the parking area.) Call +27-11-616-8760.
How have I never blogged about 44 Stanley Avenue, the coolest shopping and dining complex in Joburg, which is only five minutes from my house?
I guess it’s wrong to say I’ve never blogged about 44 Stanley; I’ve mentioned it countless times over the years (see here and here) when writing about specific restaurants or shops that are there. But I’ve never written a dedicated post about 44 Stanley as a destination and it’s about time I did – especially now, with the holidays upon us.
I’ve been dreadfully uninspired lately, struggling to think of anything I want to blog about despite having a long list of great ideas (many of which you, my readers, provided in September). I’m finding it hard to feel positive about life at the moment. But on Saturday Thorsten and I got the chance to visit Indwe Park, an indigenous garden and sculpture park in Braamfontein, and I knew I had my topic for today.
Given this week’s political nuclear bomb blast, it feels like a weird time to publish a light-hearted post about my recent (pre-election) jaunt through the United States. But I’m hoping you’ve have had enough of the U.S. election horror show – I know I have – and are ready (at least temporarily) for some wholesome American travel adventures. If so, please read on about my four-day visit to Maine, the northeastern-most state in the lower 48, with my sister, Susanna.
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