There are several hallmarks of a good restaurant. “That’s the place where the chefs eat.” “I eat there because cops are always eating there.” Heck, I’ve even overheard, “Ya gotta eat at La Mexicana because that’s where the Mexicans eat.” By these regards, Gerhard’s should be chockfull of people in black turtlenecks, critiquing Werner Herzog movies. It’s not, though. I’m about 1/256th German (my great-great-great-great Grandmother French-kissed a German once) which makes me the most viable candidate to review this sausage-fest of a restaurant.
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