I know, Pope Emertius. But it still sounds weird to me. And you all know I know he’s not Pope anymore.
Today is Pope Benedict’s 86th birthday! So my friend Loretta and I went to eat German food to celebrate. We toasted him with German beer.
We tried the newest German/Austrian restaurant in town, Viener Fest, and frankly, I wasn’t overly impressed. The food there was better than the other German restaurant in town, but it wasn’t as good as the Rathskellar in Indianapolis and not nearly as good as Cantina Tirolese in Rome. The atmosphere was so-so and our waitress wasn’t superb. But if I ever have a hankering for schnitzel, I’ll be back. All in all, it wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t what I imagined when I looked at their menu.
I do love spaetzle, though, so it was a nice way to celebrate his birthday. I wonder if he and Archbishop Ganswein had spaetzle tonight? Or a nice beer? Or maybe just some Fanta.
Or maybe they just watched the evening news.
And then I went to teach my bible study, where I asked the 60 people present to pray for him. So that was probably better than toasting him with beer.