Such a pity this place still remains so far under the radar. The German fare is comfortably homey, traditional und sehr gut; and if nothing else, the massive pork knuckle – all crackly skinned and meaty, with mounds of pea mash and sauerkraut – will keep you happily entertained. The bratwurst, its taut skin scored before being grilled to a crispy finish, is delicious. Also fab are the flammkuchens, the Teutonic version of pizzas, topped with everything from bacon and leek to sausages. Meanwhile, the wine list covers every one of Germany’s wine regions, with glasses starting from $9. A minus is the kitchen’s inadequate exhaust system, so sit either along the five-foot way or in the entry annex, rather than the main dining room.