BERLIN JOURNAL

Ovens on Feet Beckon Germans to Bratwurst

By Nicholas Kulish

(Heavens to Betsy, this thing looks like it really does have feet, in shoes, on heels.)

Jürgen Stiller regularly stands outside Berlin’s historic Friedrichstrasse train station with a four-pound canister of flammable propane strapped to his back. But if a police officer approaches him, it is only to buy one of the hot bratwurst sizzling on the flaming grill suspended from his shoulders.

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Oh, to encounter a grillwalker near home. A bratwurst makes us lose our minds!