Family Reunion

Recently it was my father's birthday. For an appropriate celebration of this event we went to a nice local restaurant. We, meaning my father, my mother, myself, and my sister Katharina (yes, "the Great", just like Alexander "the Great"). I don't get to see my sister very often, as she lives now in Hamburg, at the North Sea, which is about 500 miles north from our town. In fact, this was the first time I saw her in the flesh since I had returned from the United States. (Ironically, she is currently pursuing a degree in psychology, which has more to do with the mind than the flesh ...)
The restaurant we went to is called Die alte Brauerei, or The Old Brewery. I don't have a definitive proof, but it seems very obvious that the building used to house the facilities of the Becker brewery, our local beer brand, which later got merged with a larger competitor (from Homburg, the capital of our county, so it was still a local product) and was eventually discontinued. The newer facilities of the Becker brewery are located just across the main street, which is called Kaiserstraße, or Emperor's road, after Emperor Napoléon Bonaparte; note that the German Kaiser and the Latin Caesar are cognates. The Kaiserstraße is nowadays a second-tier highway (and as such is has a general speed limit of 100 km/h, unlike the German Autobahn), but already back in the 19th century it connected Paris, France, with Mainz, now a state capital in central Germany (next to Frankfurt).
The restaurant itself is above everyday lunch category, at least for my budget, and also my parents'. Nevertheless, the ambient gives it a distinct down-to-earth feel, while on the other hand the French owners and waiters add the right amount of out-of-the-ordinary. As you can see from the top picture, the part that faces Kaiserstraße has an archway through which the yard and the actual restaurant are reached. Note the timber framing (middle picture) - it really is an old building.
Finally (bottom picture), you can see the other three members of my immediate family sitting on one table, waiting for the feast to begin. - My mother suggested that we go there again once I found a new employment.