Originally Posted by tankie88

VTT...locstat for Reginas is Dringenburger Str.

Dankeschon ol blue eyes :D

The yellow chicken on a green background certainly does belong to a chain.
They are renowned for their cheap chicken dishes and their "money back" guarantee if you don`t enjoy it. They are called WIENERWALD.
Grounded in 1955, they went bankrupt in 2007.

onAh Weinerwald!!! Thanks Orange_Lily. There is a German guy where I work and he could not tell me. At last the mystery is solved, how sad am I? Incidentally, Wilma swang both ways, that must have been a sight to behold.

Originally Posted by GeordieHussar

Connies

Originally Posted by barrym

Alien,

You are right about the locs for the banks, Can you remember the name of the pub opposite Allanbrooke and the name of the owner.

barrym

I could be wrong here. The Braumeister was right opposite the camp gates, but because Alanbrooke was on the junction of Elsenerstrasse and Neuhauserstrasse, walk round the back of the Brauie and cross the second road and you were in what I believe GH has called Connie's (or a meringue?).

It was a great place, dead quiet. I remember once there was me, a Salmon Trout bloke, the barmaid (English and butcher's dog fit) and the landlady (Canary Islander by birth, married to the fattest Salmon Trout I ever saw - drove a Renault 4 van on the driver's side wheels only - also butcher's dog fit. That was it.

The four of us went to the back where where there was a pinball machine and we were having a riot (no, we were actually playing pinball unfortunately). Landlady smacks the machine in disgust and cries out, "Fucking useless machine," in a manner entirely out of her normal demure character.

We asked her if she knew what she had just said in English. "Yes it's what the squaddies always say, 'Gimme another fucking beer.' We explained to her what exactly she had just said and she locked herself away in the cellar, sulking. Sadly alone.

A short time later the barmaid went and worked in the new brothel a couple of hundred metres up the road, out toward Schloss Neuhaus.

Then right before Ex Spearpoint, Connie's came under new management and opened up as a hostess bar, where you'd find yourself coughing up a fortune for a bottle of cheap plonk if you so much as looked at any of the hostesses. Sad.

As for the Braumeister, I found myself well in with the landlady for bothering to talk to her in German. I well remember the night she brought out her treasured (limited edition - only 1500 bottles ever produced) bottle of Asbach Privat, like Uralt but far, far better. That was a night.

Used to love Halbes Haenchen mit Pommes und Champignons. Came back off exercise - might well have been Spearpoint again - straight over the Brauie for a decent meal. I saw Weakleg (remember him? He wanted my job, and with a C Sqn hierarchy taking over Command Troop and my three years done, I volunteered to return to the turret), ordered food and drink and sat with him. Because the landlady loved me more than him, my great plate turned up before his.

"Can I have a mushroom? You have some back when my meal turns up."

I let him have a mushroom. He started taking liberties. His meal turned up - a plate of chips. He reached for another mushroom. He probably still has the scar in the back of his hand from the steak knife.

Halcyon days or what? But how come we'd come back off FTX in mid-November when the snow had already fallen, we'd spent three weeks wearing every item of kit we owned to try and stay warm but fail, then back in camp, hot bath for two hours with an entire packet of Radox bath salts to soak away the exercise grime, then it's T-shirt, cut-off jeans, fli-flops ONLY and over the road (through the snow) to the Braumeister or the Bratty wagon and not feel the cold?

I never did work that one out.

Alien

If you remember the expression "buy me a picollo" then you were not in the braumeister ,as you said it was the one across the road.
As for speaking German to the locals it was fine if they were taking the money. the German chav equivalent was always quck to point out the der die das mistakes which really peed me off. The guy in the petrol station and the hairdressers were nice dudes though

Originally Posted by blocksweat

Alien

If you remember the expression "buy me a picollo" then you were not in the braumeister ,as you said it was the one across the road.
As for speaking German to the locals it was fine if they were taking the money. the German chav equivalent was always quck to point out the der die das mistakes which really peed me off. The guy in the petrol station and the hairdressers were nice dudes though

1. I was a linguist and they never picked me up over der, die, das.
2. I shall never forget the look on the face of the bloke in the BP station at 2210 on 1 Dec 1982. I had taken Wor Lass to the MRS at Sennelager earlier in the evening because it was her due date for our first born and she was having backache. The doctor eventually fronted up (it was a Wednesday night before the BFBS Live Link and like Wor Lass, he wasn't fronting up until he'd watched Corrie) and decided she needed to go to Rinteln cos she was extremely close. He organised an ambulance to drive her there through the snow; he suggested I follow behind. I raced back, collected Woman Hitler (spot the anagram) and headed for the BP station, getting there ten minutes after it shut, The gadgy was still in there, counting up and I begged him cos my wife was pregnant and had to go to Rinteln. He walked out, switched the pump back on and looked in at the passenger window. He looked at Mother in Law (did you get it?), looked at me, the cogs told me he was thinking, "Rough wife" and carried on. The face was a picture. My first-born arrived at 0440 the following morning, she married last September and this September she will make me a grandfather. Where did the years go?
3. Gadgy in the hairdresser next door, correct.

Talking of the BP station was there not a pub next door to it if I believe right.
The years have passed us by buddy my ma celebrated her 80th birthday last saturday doesn`t seem like yesterday that her and my old man (God rest his soul) where at JLR for the summer pass off. Winter was too cold and a long journey those days in the bus(1974).

Would that be the BP just down from the Sudring centre? If it was, I seem to recall there being a late night restaurant where you could get a cracking seguina schnitzel with spuds after a night on the piss.

Originally Posted by Tankiebootneckdad

Would that be the BP just down from the Sudring centre? If it was, I seem to recall there being a late night restaurant where you could get a cracking seguina schnitzel with spuds after a night on the urine.

Zigeuner?

Boggles mate, it was the Braumeister, the owner was connie, you are thinking about the "Why Not" over near the garage.

Originally Posted by AlienFTM

Originally Posted by GeordieHussar

Connies

Originally Posted by barrym

Alien,

You are right about the locs for the banks, Can you remember the name of the pub opposite Allanbrooke and the name of the owner.

barrym

I could be wrong here. The Braumeister was right opposite the camp gates, but because Alanbrooke was on the junction of Elsenerstrasse and Neuhauserstrasse, walk round the back of the Brauie and cross the second road and you were in what I believe GH has called Connie's (or a meringue?).

It was a great place, dead quiet. I remember once there was me, a Salmon Trout bloke, the barmaid (English and butcher's dog fit) and the landlady (Canary Islander by birth, married to the fattest Salmon Trout I ever saw - drove a Renault 4 van on the driver's side wheels only - also butcher's dog fit. That was it.

The four of us went to the back where where there was a pinball machine and we were having a riot (no, we were actually playing pinball unfortunately). Landlady smacks the machine in disgust and cries out, "Fucking useless machine," in a manner entirely out of her normal demure character.

We asked her if she knew what she had just said in English. "Yes it's what the squaddies always say, 'Gimme another fucking beer.' We explained to her what exactly she had just said and she locked herself away in the cellar, sulking. Sadly alone.

A short time later the barmaid went and worked in the new brothel a couple of hundred metres up the road, out toward Schloss Neuhaus.

Then right before Ex Spearpoint, Connie's came under new management and opened up as a hostess bar, where you'd find yourself coughing up a fortune for a bottle of cheap plonk if you so much as looked at any of the hostesses. Sad.

As for the Braumeister, I found myself well in with the landlady for bothering to talk to her in German. I well remember the night she brought out her treasured (limited edition - only 1500 bottles ever produced) bottle of Asbach Privat, like Uralt but far, far better. That was a night.

Used to love Halbes Haenchen mit Pommes und Champignons. Came back off exercise - might well have been Spearpoint again - straight over the Brauie for a decent meal. I saw Weakleg (remember him? He wanted my job, and with a C Sqn hierarchy taking over Command Troop and my three years done, I volunteered to return to the turret), ordered food and drink and sat with him. Because the landlady loved me more than him, my great plate turned up before his.

"Can I have a mushroom? You have some back when my meal turns up."

I let him have a mushroom. He started taking liberties. His meal turned up - a plate of chips. He reached for another mushroom. He probably still has the scar in the back of his hand from the steak knife.

Halcyon days or what? But how come we'd come back off FTX in mid-November when the snow had already fallen, we'd spent three weeks wearing every item of kit we owned to try and stay warm but fail, then back in camp, hot bath for two hours with an entire packet of Radox bath salts to soak away the exercise grime, then it's T-shirt, cut-off jeans, fli-flops ONLY and over the road (through the snow) to the Braumeister or the Bratty wagon and not feel the cold?

I never did work that one out.