Let me first qualify my review by letting you know...I've eaten A LOT of German food both in America, Germany, and Austria. I'm not bragging, but you should know that I know what good German food tastes like, and Grawemeyer's doesn't. I find it hard to believe this place has been around since 1986. 27 years and no one has called them out for serving bad German food? We had a reservation for 8pm, but stood around for 5 minutes before the restaurant's one server caught sight of us in his periphery. He seated us and offered us something to drink, and feigned disappointment when we only ordered ice water. (sorry dude, we're on call in 3 hours) It was another full five minutes before we got ice water, and that was only when the busy server walked by our table and went outside for a few minutes and then realized as he came in, he had forgotten about us. We ordered a pretzel...it was served HOT with mustard and aioli, but had a strange consistency to it. Can't figure that one out. My husband ordered German Sausage with sauerkraut and mashed potatoes and a side of red cabbage. The sausage was sliced and appeared to be nothing more than Hillshire Farms. The red cabbage was NOT what I've ever been served in a German restaurant before. It was simply steamed purple cabbage. There was no treatment to the cabbage to make it the sweet and acidic yumminess that it should've been. I ordered the schnitzel which was a strange cut of pork. When I say strange, the texture was really off. It was not a high quality of pork beaten until tender and fried to a juicy finish. It was served over their version of cheese spaetzle, which was nothing more than egg noodles mixed with gruyere. Seriously? The only saving grace of the dish was the red wine sauce (which is typically a gravy) mixed with plenty of mustard seeds. Although not the right consistency, it gave the dish enough flavor to get through 1/3 of it. I enjoyed sopping it up with the mushrooms atop the lackluster schnitzel. I also ordered a side of German potato salad, which was clearly reheated as it was the dryest German potato salad to ever cross my lips. They could've served a side of sawdust with bits of bacon and I wouldn't have known the difference. The only thing German about this place is the red and yellow walls with the black trim.