Beware of little ears. That’s my best advice to you today. You see, I had just barely whispered to my husband that we had been invited to celebrate our friend Faye’s birthday when Sebastian popped up and asked, “When is it? Where are we going? What do I wear? Nevermind, I’ll think of something.” And as usual, I didn’t have the heart to tell him that he hadn’t been invited.
The next thing I knew he was all decked out in party gear, sitting on the porch waiting for the party guests to arrive.
It was then I knew that he would absolutely be coming along, invitation or not.
At the end of our journey by car, we had arrived here – Guglhupf – a place with a solid reputation for some delicious German dishes and an extraordinary bakery.
We could have eaten outside under one of these umbrellas,
but we decided that for this trip we would eat inside under these paper lanterns amid the wonderful atmosphere.
I couldn’t get Sebastian’s opinion; his mouth was hanging open at all there was to see. I suppose that was enough of an assessment.
Once his senses returned, he insisted on having his photo taken with the guests to prove to himself the following day that he hadn’t been dreaming.
Soon the food arrived – I’ll let the photos speak for themselves.
Look at that gorgeous decorating! It almost looked too good to eat but we dispensed with that idea rather quickly.
Sebastian insisted on two things before we left: his photo with the birthday girl and a photo of the best waiter ever. Whatever Sebastian wants, he usually gets.
Happy Birthday, my friend! (Thanks for sharing your cake!)