Chest-Grabbingly Hearty
It's the least kosher, least halal, least healthy thing you could possibly eat.
C'mon, you know what it is.
It's my breakfast.
C'mon, you know what it is.
It's my breakfast.
posted by Dr. Sardonic at 2:58 AM
10 Comments:
Are you eating raw sausage again?
Does it have a pulse?
Do you?
Hey that's my liver!
ha! I was going to guess a pig's ear. Poor liver
The trained eye will spy the layer of butter under the ground pork.
Mmm...meat and butter.
Mettwurst, obviously, but is it Texas Rancher Mettwurst? I saw that once hanging in a Kreuzberg butcher shop, with a picture of a cowboy on horseback twirling a lasso. Almost bought it just for that.
You're right, obviously, but I'm wondering if the Texas Rancher Mettwurst you spied was made of beef. I certainly hope you took a picture, otherwise I'm going to have to spend the rest of the afternoon hunting this lil' doggie down.
Sorry. It was in the K'berg (36) Markthalle. I'm not sure that even exists any more.
I went to the Markthalle in Xberg 36 last week; it's one of the most depressing things I've seen here, and I'm including the Gestapo-themed stuff. The entire market seems to have been replaced by an Aldi Markt, which is encased in a dirty-white enclosure in a corner of the building's interior; they even threw in a redundant roof so they could they could install their trademark bad flourescent lighting. The rest of the Markthalle is a ghost town, save for a dark bar & grill whose customers look like retired extras from a David Lynch movie. Ow.
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