Weekend trip crossdressed: Food and wine, a match so fine. Cheers to moments so divine!

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Following that fantastic Altbier, it was time to get something to eat. Knowing Franziska’s culinary inclination, you did not expect her to pick anything but one of the top restaurants in that part of town.

I had written earlier about my preparations for such a trip. And one of the very important planning steps is to pick a restaurant for Friday night, to avoid any poor ad hoc decisions in that respect. Especially for dinner on Friday night – shortly after arrival at my destination – I do my research well ahead of time and book a table. That is different for lunch and/or dinner on Saturday, where I might find inspiration during the day, in hope to still get in.

For this Friday evening, I had picked a French seafood restaurant right on the edge of Düsseldorf’s Old Town. And it was fantastic – at least food and drinks were – while service at French restaurants (here as well), tends be incidental, or accidental, however you want to look at it.

The first course was six of the biggest oysters I have had in my life, and they tasted delicious – especially with a good glass of pink Crémant.

The main course – a piece of rare tuna – also tasted great, even though I find its presentation worth rethinking. A large flat plate would have surely served better than this “soup bowl.”

And what a coincidence, right across the street from the restaurant was a wine bar. Unfortunately, I was packed to the last seat and even the wall-mounted tables on the outside façade were full. The owner was not very helpful or encouraging at first, so I decided to take a walk. Upon my second attempt, he offered Franziska to sit at what we call “Katzentisch” (cat table) in German and to wait for a regular seat. “Katzentisch” is a small or short side table somewhere in the doorway or close to the kitchen or the toilets that is not part of the regular guest inventory. Within 10 minutes, a spot became available outside, which Franziska gladly took.

And to counter the upcoming chill, they put on a red spotlight over the outside tables.

This was back at the hotel lobby, where I like to have nightcap (thanks Sue, for helping me find the right translation for the German “Absacker”). I like this picture because my legs – due to the perspective, I am sure – appear to be endless.

But I do look tired, don’t you think? 

I was a long and exciting day out and about en femme, preparing, packing, travelling, sightseeing, eating, drinking. I was ready to head to my room, to reconvert to my male looks, to put on something suitable for the night, and to hit the sack. The next day was going to be one full of exciting femme things to do and to experience again.