OMGOMGOMG it’s Weinerschnitzel Day! I’ve ignored my calendar for a little while, and that’s what I get. Literally no heads up until the day is here. And as much as I hate to use the term, I am truly “stoked” (because there is no other term to express the happiness and excitement I felt as I saw the event on the calendar) to celebrate this day.
But alas, I cannot, for two reasons. 1. There’s a slim-to-none chance that I will travel to the nearest Weinerschnitzel (or what my better half likes to degradingly call the “hot dog store”…grrrr) to bask in the chili cheese glorification that is my true emotivication. Celebration will have to wait for the near future when I can sneak off to partake in the festivities (and sneaking off to the Wschnitzel is down to a science…more on that another time) and go all NOM NOM NOM on the goods. 2. I’ve just learned that W-Day is not really the celebration of eating a beautiful Weinerschitzel item or three, it is actually a reference to something more like the American chicken-fried steak. The Austrian weinerschnitzel isn’t actually something I’d like to try anytime soon. Veal. Bleeah. I shouldn’t really knock it ’til I try it, but still. What a friggin’ let-down. 
I would still celebrate what, in my mind, is the real meaning of W-Day by going to W-Schnitzel (it’s just too much to spell every time) and loving it. But since I cannot, please make this every bit of reason to go and celebrate! I will shed a tear of nonparticipatory angst, and another for the joy you may experience today. Happy W-Day (sniffsniff).
It was a grand day for a weinerschneitzel. I’m impressed that you spelled it as many times as you did. Hey check this police report link out. About halfway down there is a hilarious one about a cheese sandwich. Thought you might like to blog about it. http://www.cumberlink.com/articles/2009/09/11/news/local/doc4aab137e53bd0672808359.txt
[...] 22, 2009 by jake Son of a motherless goat I STILL spelled it wrong! My previous “Weinerschnitzel Day” should have been “Wienerschitzel Day”. I before E, except after C. [...]
How could you forget Wienerschnitzel day, thats un un un American I think. You may have slighted a few Germans as well! Veal, Pork or Chicken schnitzel is bliss!
I think it’s because schnitzel’s usually not found between slices of bread; but still…sorry my Germanic friends. If chicken schnitzel is basically chicken-fried-chicken, then I’m all over it like white on rice. Thanks for sharing, Richard!