- The headline reads Germans Take Pride in the Wurst and goes on to tell the story of the bratwurst purity law, a “holy find”. I already knew that ketchup on a bratwurst was Barbarian, but was unaware that to fry it is a sin. Even pan fry? Oh heavens! Friars!
- Sitting in my sunny kitchen, while out the window the wind floats the swing up high, carrying a phantom child, I could not be happier with my lunch. Still wearing the jacket I put on for the ride over to the German Gourmet where the sign read HOT BRATS TO GO – oh joy! My heart leapt. Condiments sanctioned by yours truly: sauerkraut, onions (red, paper thin, raw and wilted so unctuously) and mustard. On a roll that is just right, crevasse down the length of the top, sharply edged with brown, looking too generous but disappearing from the plate, slathered as that bread is with brown mustard and kraut. I’m glad to be nearly alone, don’t mind my dog staring down every bite. Can you blame her? Licking my chops I’ll sacrifice a tidbit to her. We both believe in telekinesis.
The German Gourmet is a lovely place to shop for chocolates, wine, pastries, pickles, mustard, cheese, licorice, chic European toiletries and scores of other irresistible fancies. The sandwich menu will make you breathe hard if you are there just before lunch, as I was. 
The place sparkles.
Loaves of bread rest in wait. Ask and someone will slice off a chunk and sell it to you by the pound.
The Lunch Encounter 
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