We had a German restaurant in teh town beside the one I grew up in. She was a lovely, immense woman, who was full of joy. Compliments got you extra Schnitzel!
It came on a platter - not a plate...it would be lined with Scnhintzel, and layers of food piled on top of it. If you managed to finish it, she'd bring you more! She wasn't satisfied until you left food on your plate.
I loved that place - but it was tough to get into...she only opened when she felt like it. (as in, a few days a week, and no notice as to when she'd be open!)
Andrew