Greeted by multiple cash only and peanut warning signs, I entered the doors of the Biergarten in Schenectady. Upon entering the quaint little bar on Erie Boulevard I was overwhelmed by the smells of freshly fried schnitzel and german sausages cooking on the grill.

As I walked up to the bar I was greeted by a kind man who seemed to be a victim of the Benjamin Button disease. He claimed to be 40 but looked not a day older than 22. This man's name was Steven Rose. He offered me a liter of Hofbräu- one of Germany's finest beers. I watched as he masterfully poured the golden liquid straight from the tap into my handcrafted locally blown glass mug. I took the first sip and I felt the serenity and calm of the amber liquid wash over my body and fill me with joy and love and happiness.

I then followed my nose until I reached the kitchen counter. I was greeted by a loud and boisterous young Mexican girl who not only took my order but also cooked my sandwich to perfection. The insides were juicy and delicious while the outer layer was cooked to a perfect degree of crispness. It was complemented by fries that had been tossed in the most delicious blend of seasoning. I was offered ketchup but immediately declined so as not to taint the spectacular flavor profile given to the fries by the gods of everything culinary.

I was in bliss. The Biergarten was everything I had dreamed of and more. I immediately phoned my lawyer and asked him to edit my entire family out of my will and leave everything in my estate solely to Steven and his team at the Biergarten. If you're in the Schenectady area look no further than Erie Boulevard for the best food and beer in town!