Christmas eve dinner, Jill's having Austrain Spatzle and Dawn's got a massive rack of ribs. Our waiter with messed-up hair was a total goof but was good, and knew his wines well. Afterwards we went to the only church in town for a pseudo midnight mass. The place was packed and the service was all in German. Dawn could gauge where the priest was in her own bible. The church had an immaculate graveyard on it's grounds. You almost tripped over the metal 'headstones' going out the door.