…in a roll, in Germany, in Bavaria. It’s no country for old men, in fact you need a stomach like an ox (and some beer) to swallow down all the sausages, the “Frankfurters”, “Wieners”, the dark-red “Polish” guys and the herbed “Krakauers”, the “Knackers”, the fine and the coarse “Bratwurst”, the “Blutwurst”, the “Weisswurst”, the “Goettinger” and “Regensburger” and, yes, the “Krautwurst”.
They’re all good, believe me, hearty, rustic, original, authentic, very much on the very basic carnivore’s side, so they’re definitely not French food. Which is nice, for a change.

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