Currywurst my day

The couple next to me started discussing their meal - theirs was much better, they agreed before getting into the details. The lady here had put way too little sauce on the sausage. And their own buns were much better. And the sausage cutter, the machine you drop in the sausage to have it slice up in evenly sized pieces, at this little stand was not working right, they complained. The pieces were "zerfleddert", ripped apart.

Me, still enjoying this amazing little fastfood feast that has a long tradition in Berlin and is famous way beyond german borders, still think the ketchup-curry-spice mix was pretty well balanced, sweet, fruity, probably from some addition of apple sauce to the ketchup, acidic from something akin to a soysauce-vinegar mix, and curryish, well, from curry. The sausage was decent or, for someone as deprived as me, who had not eaten something like this in a couple of years, even really great, and the buns were good because warmed up on the grill, nice light crust, and warm and soft inside. Of course you can get this better. But then you would not stand right next to the Gedaechtniskirche.

Pigeons and a few oddly grey-black patchy crows were hopping around, waiting for bread to fall. I befriended a crow, after staring at it for a while and being worried it might recognize me, with a piece of bread.



Currywurst stand at the Gedaechtniskirche, Berlin