Our Friday night date spot for years was Schmidt’s Sausage House in German Village. I always ordered a Bahama Mama and my husband got the bratwurst. Then they opened a restaurant on Henderson Road, maybe early 1990s. It didn’t last long, and closed—no warning—we were there on a Friday and it closed on Monday. By that time, we’d decided eating close to home was kind of nice, instead of fighting traffic to go down down town. For awhile we did Gottliebs on Third Ave., closing it down, and a spot on Fishinger Rd. in Upper Arlington, also closing it after a few years, and one on Rt. 33 that had a great view of the river, closing it. We switched to Old Bag of Nails in Tremont Center, and it’s still going, but we eventually changed to Rusty Bucket on Lane Avenue because Old Bag dropped our favorite menu item. Still miss those Cream Puffs from Schmidt’s, however. (Pictured above)
The founder of Schmidt’s, Geo. F. Schmidt, passed away today at 91.
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Murray sez:
The restaurants down here in The Villages are booming. Evidence that the elderly enjoy spending their S.S. partaking of other people's cooking. There is only one restaurant out of the dozens that will take reservations and then only a few each evening. (Ruby Tuesday )
I've only eaten at a Ruby Tuesday's twice. Felt a bit retro--like the 70s. Crowded, not just with people, but I think people weren't as fat when those restaurants were spec'd.
Now it's 3 years later and we're still at Rusty Bucket.
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