Leavenworth was a bit of a surprise. I mean, you just don't expect a blaring Bavarian village to suddenly materialize out of the North American wilderness. But strudel is strudel, and certainly the apples are handy. The German fantasy works great as a buoy for towns such as Leavenworth that were sunk by the Great Depression. Ironically, this is the fourth American schnitzel haven I've stumbled into this year, but Leavenworth was by far the best. After all, those 8000-foot, snow-capped props do go with the getup.