Although Germans are responsible for one of the greatest evils mankind has ever faced, I have to admit, they do have some pretty good qualities too: their houses are reasonably well-built, their women are a sturdy folk and, best of all, their food is always a filling proposition, usually based around something that I truly love, sausages.
That’s the main reason why this weekend I had a lonely dinner at Das Boot Camp, 229 E. Main Street in Norman. With a name that’s apparently a play on the 1981 film Das Boot—at least I hope so—it’s a Teutonically rustic restaurant on a somewhat modernized block, with a menu that screams nothing is over $12.00. They should be proud of that…but not too proud.
I locked my bike in front and, pulling the extremely heavy door, remembered the only other time I had been here was with an ex-girlfriend many years ago, well before my stroke. But I honestly remembered nothing about it—blessed by memory loss, I suppose—so, technically, it was like my first time all over again. If only all things worked out that way.
As the staff moved tables and chairs around to placate a birthday party that would be arriving soon, I found a seat and looked over the menu, quickly realizing how much I truly enjoyed German food, especially at such a low price-point. Eats ordered, I sat there, by myself, my mind beginning to stray into the depths of Nietzsche-ian self-destruction, about to slash my wrists with the dull blade when my food finally came. Maybe next time.