George Washington Ate Here
It was a dark, cold night in Valley Forge in 1775. The Marquis de Lafayette and General Von Steuben, weary from spending the day drilling the Minutemen, stumbled into the room where General George Washington sat near the fire, musing over whether he should have his portrait painted before he got those blasted wooden teeth fixed.
"Yo, George," Von Steuben said in his heavy German accent. "Vat ist you doing for dinner tonight?"
"I haven't thought much about it," Washington answered. It's got to be something soft, he thought. The last time he bit into an ear of corn, his incisor broke, and he caught a splinter in his lip.
"I could go for some bratwurst and sauerkraut myself. Ach, but I miss the beirgartens of home," Von Steuben sighed wistfully.
"Bratwurst! Mon Dieu! Eeet is not as though there are not manifique inns where we can dine right here!" chimed in LaFayette.
"You think so?" Washington asked. All he'd found while looking for a place to camp his army for the winter were a couple of rough-and-tumble roadside taverns with moldy cheese, stale beer, and surly waiters.
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