Wanting to take the new sports car out for a spin, we picked out a
restaurant about a half hour out of town, in Stoughton to be exact. It was a place that has singing waiters, except on Wednesday, and perhaps because of that, there were no other customers. The waiter hands me a menu and I ask my usual question what's good here? He answers immediately and forthrightly:
sauerkraut balls.
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