But our plans got changed. The member wasn't at home and Schmidt's was packed. My wife said, "Let's go to the Mohawk." Good choice!
My son used his cell phone to snap me as I dug into a tasty meat loaf with gravy and a side of mixed vegetables (broccoli, cauliflower, and other good stuff) and green beans. I enjoyed it. But it was so filling that I ended up boxing up about half of the meal and bringing it home.
My wife enjoyed a Mohawk specialty we hadn't known about and the description of which made us all a bit skeptical. But the waitress assured her that the Mother Mohawk, composed of grilled roast beef and chicken salad topped off with Swiss Cheese on rye bread and a side of Caraway Horseradish Sauce, was "awesome." "I know you wouldn't think it would be any good," she told us, "but we sell 20,000 of these things a day!" My wife's review: Awesome.
Our son had a cheeseburger, which he said was good. A wine connoisseur, he also ordered a red wine from a list that he said "is impressive."
The Old Mohawk Grill sets across the street from a place that's important to my wife and me. Helen Winnemore Craft, a German Village institution, is where we ordered our handmade wedding rings, created by a San Francisco artist, thirty-five years ago. We celebrated our anniversary this past Sunday. I'm so glad that God brought Ann and me together and that Ann has put up with me all these years. I am a happy man.

People often ask what the design is on the ring. We joke that it stands for the rough and smooth patches of married life. But, in fact, it's an abstract design, something which both my Art-major wife and this old Art-hack prefer to often-tedious symbolism. We just liked the design of the sample ring, which happened to fit Ann. I wanted mine to match hers. So, the artist made one for me as well. All these years later, we still like our rings.
In the video below, done by our son in 2007, he, my Dad, and I drive through German Village after eating together at Schmidt's, a justifiably popular place to eat and meet. The intersection where we turn to the left is Kossuth and Mohawk and you can see, from left to right, The Old Mohawk Grill and Helen Winnemore's.
By the way, the waitress gave us the official Old Mohawk Grill creation myth behind the Mother Mohawk. Back in 1985, after hours, fortified by several cocktails, a cook decided to whip up something different. The concoction of roast beef and chicken salad, which probably wouldn't have made sense had the woman been entirely sober, was the result.