Interstellar Adventures

June 21, 2006

Chicken Dancers

Filed under: Elle & Zed — by InterstellarLass @ 9:38 am

On Saturday night, we dined at the Bavarian Grill, Plano’s homage to German food. My grandfather chose the restaurant for his Father’s Day dinner. I’d been once before, and it was OK. The owners and many of the waitstaff are German and turn out what seem to be pretty authentic dishes. Menu items are named in German with English descriptions, and their list of biers is extensive. The waiters wear Lederhosen and the waitresses wear dirndl dresses.

The problem was, we had to wait. And wait. And wait. You’d figure at 5:45 on a Saturday, a restaurant wouldn’t be on an hour plus wait. But you’d figure wrong. It was over an hour before we got a table. And then it was about an hour before our food came. Then the desserts were lackluster. The ice cream and fresh berries came sans berries, and when the berries arrived, they had been defrosted in the oven, and they weren’t fresh. The blueberries were downright chewy. And the apple strudel was something to be desired. The pastry wasn’t cooked all the way, and the apples were nearly raw. To top it off, our waiter had been in country for eight months, and his English was barely fair. Of course, I speak no German, so we were at an impasse.

The highlight of the evening was when Elle and Zed got up and danced to the Chicken Dance. Bavarian Grill features an Oom-pah Band and my kids can really shake a tail-feather.


  1. Look how cute they are!!

    If it were an authentic German restaurant in Germany, the manager would have none of that nonsense! The berries would have been fresh, spit-spot! And everything would have been just so. Sounds/looks like fun anyway!!

    Comment by Marie — June 21, 2006 @ 1:11 pm |Reply

  2. They are so cute. They look a lot like you. How fun. Except for the horrible service of course.

    Comment by Jolynn — June 21, 2006 @ 2:47 pm |Reply

  3. Ah, memories. The last time I did the chicken dance was at least five or six years ago. At least.

    They are cute.

    Comment by Bone — June 21, 2006 @ 4:44 pm |Reply

  4. Come on, be honest. We went because you were hoping to see Dirk there so you could see your two favorite Germans together. 🙂

    Comment by An Observer — June 22, 2006 @ 8:19 am |Reply

  5. I would totally go there if I could see Dirk.

    Comment by wordgirl — June 22, 2006 @ 10:42 am |Reply

  6. That’s too bad that the service was so spotty… I’ve never had authentic german food… yet to find a good restaurant.

    The chicken dance sounds like it was a hoot to watch! 😀

    Comment by Froggie — June 22, 2006 @ 10:49 am |Reply

  7. You don’t speak German??? Well why not? AHAHAHAHAHA. Sounds like a less than ideal dining experience. I guess everyone gets those every once in a while. The kids look cute though! 🙂

    Comment by Twist of Kate — June 22, 2006 @ 1:34 pm |Reply

  8. I hate it when it’s bad food, you never know if you send it back if it will come back with “extra” ingrediants…eww

    Comment by KaraMia — June 22, 2006 @ 1:44 pm |Reply

  9. Sound like the food there needs some om-pah om-pah!

    It’s a let down when the desserts aren’t up to much-that can be the best part, especially for the kiddie winks, atleast they had fun!

    I know what you mean Karamia..yuk!

    Comment by The Wisdom of Wislon — June 23, 2006 @ 6:19 am |Reply

  10. You have more patience than I. I can’t wait for an hour, especially w. kids.

    They are so cute.

    Comment by Nancy — June 23, 2006 @ 6:47 am |Reply

  11. I’ve always wondered if that place was good! We need to go try it, if for nothing else, to see The Boy do the chicken dance!

    Comment by Lisa — June 27, 2006 @ 2:25 pm |Reply

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