Journey in Germany - Marion Einbeck
Journey in Germany - Marion Einbeck
Journey in Germany - Marion Einbeck
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WALD UND SCHLOSSHOTEL FRIEDRICHSRUHE<br />
the horses, which were sometimes sulky and pretentious, and at<br />
other time would beg for caresses, we’d spend hours watch<strong>in</strong>g<br />
them. By car we went as far as Schwabisch Gmund, the gold and<br />
silver town conta<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g some 70 studios. On the market square<br />
there was a lovely babbl<strong>in</strong>g founta<strong>in</strong> with a statue of the Holy<br />
Virg<strong>in</strong> that attracted much attention.<br />
Of course, we never planned our wander<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> advance. On<br />
vacation, we’d decide which direction to go depend<strong>in</strong>g on the<br />
mood of the moment. Still, there was a certa<strong>in</strong> constancy <strong>in</strong> the<br />
way we arranged our days, for we’d never miss a meal.<br />
Light of foot, though with an impos<strong>in</strong>g figure, Jean Borgeat kept<br />
busy spend<strong>in</strong>g time with each guest, and thus made the tour of<br />
the large d<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g room several times. The spirited maitre d’<br />
acquitted himself quite well of this task, just as he knew how to<br />
ma<strong>in</strong>ta<strong>in</strong> the quality of the flawless service.<br />
In a way, he was a goldsmith <strong>in</strong> the art of serv<strong>in</strong>g. He<br />
seemed to address each person with <strong>in</strong>f<strong>in</strong>ite k<strong>in</strong>dness, delicate<br />
and detailed attention, never rush<strong>in</strong>g around even when a waiter<br />
seemed a little clumsy to him. He <strong>in</strong>tervened only when he<br />
thought it was absolutely necessary and never <strong>in</strong>terrupted the<br />
execution of the meal. In a way, it was a daily and never repetitive<br />
creation and to his position he brought the majesty of another<br />
era. When Mr. Borgeat glanced toward the door we already<br />
knew he’d heard footsteps approach<strong>in</strong>g. He’d go over to greet<br />
the arrival before show<strong>in</strong>g him a seat at the reserved spot. And<br />
s<strong>in</strong>ce he had f<strong>in</strong>e and <strong>in</strong>fallible taste, we would listen to his precious<br />
advice when choos<strong>in</strong>g dishes and w<strong>in</strong>es.<br />
Later, when we were lazily settled and warm from the dr<strong>in</strong>k, we<br />
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saw Lothar Eiermann approach. We realized he was not go<strong>in</strong>g to<br />
jo<strong>in</strong> us at our table because he had important bus<strong>in</strong>ess to attend<br />
to, which did not take very long. We saw the man arrive with a<br />
dish on which we heard a well-cooked golden duck sputter<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong><br />
its gravy. The chef carved the p<strong>in</strong>k flesh with the precise gestures<br />
of a surgeon and placed it on the plate. It was then that it<br />
seemed to us that everyth<strong>in</strong>g began to breathe and the<br />
silence was broken. We had witnessed a remarkable act of<br />
cutt<strong>in</strong>g, accompanied by fragrant, irresistible, and appetiz<strong>in</strong>g<br />
spirals. The chef left as discreetly as he had come to our table,<br />
leav<strong>in</strong>g us to our gourmandise. The duck was surrounded by<br />
small plump and tender cherries, with a smooth and sh<strong>in</strong>y sk<strong>in</strong><br />
and the impert<strong>in</strong>ent flavor of wild fruit. The ref<strong>in</strong>ement of the<br />
meat of the sacrificial animal was exalted by that of the sunripened<br />
cherries. S<strong>in</strong>ce the dish came <strong>in</strong> two separate serv<strong>in</strong>gs,<br />
the duck’s legs arrived next, fleshy and tender, to take part <strong>in</strong><br />
the sensual feast, accompanied by hearts of roma<strong>in</strong>e, that first<br />
grow <strong>in</strong> the soil, then to be cooked slowly and gently <strong>in</strong> a small<br />
fondue pot with a large chunk of butter. These have noth<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong><br />
common with their distant cous<strong>in</strong>s, the chicory lettuce that grows<br />
<strong>in</strong> hothouses and comes out of its glass nursery as if it were<br />
return<strong>in</strong>g from a house of correction, full of bitterness and frustration.<br />
It was Lothar Eiermann’s ethic to give his customers the best<br />
nature had to offer, depend<strong>in</strong>g on the seasons, and the chef made<br />
no concessions <strong>in</strong> choos<strong>in</strong>g his produce. He was an exceptional<br />
cook who didn’t settle for pleas<strong>in</strong>g at any cost or for the fiat of<br />
go<strong>in</strong>g along with the fashion by suggest<strong>in</strong>g comb<strong>in</strong>ations of<br />
extravagant foods, with ant<strong>in</strong>omic flavors, even if they might<br />
help the bus<strong>in</strong>ess and br<strong>in</strong>g him renown. Respect<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>gredients<br />
and good food that arouse the appetite, I understood the chef’s<br />
choice of never hav<strong>in</strong>g subscribed to that k<strong>in</strong>d of dangerous and<br />
disappo<strong>in</strong>t<strong>in</strong>g practice. On my path, I had tried that k<strong>in</strong>d of<br />
avant-garde cuis<strong>in</strong>e. I’d found the creations of those kitchen<br />
acrobats amus<strong>in</strong>g because they were unusual, but <strong>in</strong> the end I’d<br />
rema<strong>in</strong>ed without any appetence for their work. Therefore, I had<br />
no need or desire to renew the experience.<br />
At Mr. Eiermann’s table, we were also regaled with a perfect foie<br />
gras with green grapes that was expressed with opulence and delicacy.<br />
Then there was a Coquille St. Jacques with mar<strong>in</strong>ated fennel,<br />
g<strong>in</strong>ger, and an orange sauce, like a dessert that glorified the<br />
mouth <strong>in</strong> its embrace of anis, its strong rhizome fragrance and<br />
the delicate one of scallops. The St. Pierre with baby vegetables<br />
also became one of those memorable experiences. We were simply<br />
<strong>in</strong> the great traditional cuis<strong>in</strong>e that honors the product.<br />
An eternal and perfect cuis<strong>in</strong>e, food-lov<strong>in</strong>g,<br />
appetiz<strong>in</strong>g, joyous, and sensual. In the restaurant with its<br />
theatrical red walls, we were enchanted by a rice and veal dish,<br />
small well-prepared potatoes, and were relax<strong>in</strong>g as we watched<br />
young Johannes Velten very seriously and gently serve us w<strong>in</strong>e.<br />
Some even<strong>in</strong>gs Lothar Eiermann would stay and talk with us.<br />
That is how he told us about some of his encounters. Charlie<br />
Chapl<strong>in</strong> was part of one of the important moments for him. The<br />
book Starke Stucke that the chef had written made him quite<br />
proud. We’d listen attentively,<br />
without <strong>in</strong>terrupt<strong>in</strong>g<br />
the great chef, for fear that<br />
he wouldn’t cont<strong>in</strong>ue the<br />
account of his memories.<br />
In the morn<strong>in</strong>g, we’d wake<br />
up <strong>in</strong> our lovely suite with<br />
the sunlight peek<strong>in</strong>g<br />
through a crack <strong>in</strong> the<br />
curta<strong>in</strong>s. We’d get a whiff<br />
of the morn<strong>in</strong>g scents,<br />
the fragrance of flowers,<br />
then that of the delicious<br />
coffee steam<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the<br />
cups and announc<strong>in</strong>g the<br />
butter croissants. We<br />
were grateful for this royal<br />
breakfast. A platter of raspberries,<br />
a plate of gooseberries,<br />
but also compet<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong><br />
their freshness were melon,<br />
p<strong>in</strong>eapple, and grapefruit.<br />
We gazed hungrily at the<br />
breads, the young farmer’s<br />
cheese, yogurts, muesli, and<br />
bowls of dried fruit. We<br />
weren’t aware of time anymore,<br />
but only felt a deep<br />
sense of <strong>in</strong>ner peace.<br />
GRAND HOTEL RUSSISCHER HOF<br />
weimar - 4.55 pm<br />
In the center of the city is a lovely home<br />
with a large, welcom<strong>in</strong>g, red-carpeted<br />
entrance that l<strong>in</strong>ks the street to the<br />
<strong>in</strong>terior. As soon as the door is opened to<br />
the <strong>in</strong>cessant com<strong>in</strong>g and go<strong>in</strong>g of people,<br />
strangely enough one has a feel<strong>in</strong>g of calm<br />
and activity at the same time. Chandeliers<br />
made of drops of Bohemian crystal light<br />
the pr<strong>in</strong>cipal aisle. The floor is decorated<br />
<strong>in</strong> a light marble that conta<strong>in</strong>s the emblem<br />
of the Austro-Hungarian Empire—the<br />
eagle with two heads—preceded by the<br />
<strong>in</strong>scription “Ihr lieben’, with the signature<br />
of Franz Liszt <strong>in</strong>side a bronze sun.<br />
It was with these words of welcome that<br />
the musician received Clara and Robert<br />
Schumann at the Russischer Hof Hotel one day <strong>in</strong> November<br />
1841. Time passed by. The words became golden-stemmed calligraphy<br />
that set their stamp <strong>in</strong> the marble of the gracious<br />
house. Many years later, the first <strong>in</strong>habitants of the Russischer<br />
Hof rema<strong>in</strong>ed proud of it and the adornment of its history<br />
and the establishment itself preserved an <strong>in</strong>spir<strong>in</strong>g, benevolent<br />
shadow of great artists—now gone—who had lived<br />
there, and this seemed to cover its walls with a mist of<br />
poetry. In their time, musicians, writers, poets,<br />
philosophers, and pa<strong>in</strong>ters had been <strong>in</strong>spired by the<br />
place. The hotel was<br />
blessed and felt like an<br />
oasis, it cont<strong>in</strong>ued to be<br />
attached to that which is<br />
best <strong>in</strong> humank<strong>in</strong>d. Here<br />
they had all proclaimed,<br />
"Noble is man helpful<br />
and good". Goethe,<br />
Schiller, Herder, and<br />
Wieland had raised the<br />
dignity of humanity’s<br />
spirit.<br />
But the dark had followed<br />
the light, and with<br />
the town present around<br />
the build<strong>in</strong>g—an imperious<br />
one, <strong>in</strong>deed— the<br />
admirable humanist<br />
vision of great men had<br />
been caught by surprise<br />
almost a hundred years<br />
later by a fanatic faith,<br />
the way a clarion calls<br />
for the moment of combat.<br />
Then it was Adolph<br />
Hitler’s turn to make<br />
Weimar <strong>in</strong>to his general