loreley

No shipwrecked mariner ever more greedily devoured with his dazzled eyes the fateful loreley of a rocky, deserted coast than he did her.

Monte-Cristo's Daughter Edmund Flagg

DNA of the dwellers of Williamsburg. indeed, on a recent weekday evening, hankering for a liter of weiss beer, i made my way to loreley (which is a sibling of the rivington street restaurant of the same name) and, at 9 in the evening, found it packed with a young crowd despite stiff competition from the radegast, spuyten Duyvil, Berry Park and the many other nearby watering holes. street

New York Press 2010

I love the dark, malty style of German wheat beers, so i asked about the hefeweissbier at loreley. "how wheaty do you like it?" the server asked-a question never before posed to me.

New York Press 2010

Truth be told, i've come to dread joints that advertise themselves as "real" biergartens the way that loreley does on the ballpoint pen i used to sign my credit card receipt. "real" usually means a humiliated staff dusting off their two semesters of Deutsch while dressed in either a dirndl or lederhosen or a wool trenker hat and dancing the schuhplattler between shifts. happily, there was none of that at loreley. the servers, in street clothes, appeared well-trained on the authentic cuisine of renowned German chef torsten Zeibold - even reminding me that Wiener schnitzel is thinly pounded pork, and would go well with my choice of draught beer.

New York Press 2010