Chapter 9
Dinner was amazing. Seriously, the best food I’d ever had. And I liked food. I could honestly say I’d never had pork schnitzel or spaetzle. It was so well cooked that I ate every single bite. I did offer to share with Noah, but he wisely declined.
And the wine. Oh, wow, the wine. I’d always thought of Germans and beer, but the Riesling Mrs. Shell brought out for us was the best I’d ever had. Of course, she explained to me that some of the best Riesling in the world were from Germany but that the Finger Lakes had been overtaking some of the German growers in recent years. And here I’d thought all wine came from California.
Noah insisted on paying for dinner even though I offered. “I invited you out. That means I pay.”
I appreciated his chivalry and told him he’d get rewarded f
