On a recent shopping trip to Columbus, Ohio, we decided to stop through the German Village. Initially, we were trying to avoid traffic and crowds, but with the heat index, it didn’t really matter where we went – it was miserable. AND THEN it hit me – a sausage haus was calling my name. First, we forgot the name of the place – then we got lost – and finally we saw the sign all the way down this tight little road nestled among the historic homes – Schmidts Sausage Haus und Restaurant. Even if you’re not German, something happens to you when you enter the front doors and take in all that is steins and kraut. Self-contraint aside, you need a Bahama Mama, a Schmidts beer and at last – ENTER THE MOTHER OF ALL CREAM PUFFS.
I start my diet tomorrow….