I am both relieved and deeply dismayed that the best German restaurant I've visited in many a year is at least two hours away from us. The sauerbraten dissolved on my fork and the strudel almost made me come. There is a decent place a little closer, in Indy, but I had a bad experience there last time. True, the wurst platter was excellent, but we saw Eddie Izard right after dinner and I spent the entire show worrying that I was going to power-barf every time I laughed.