Nicht Ohne Meine Wurst (Not Without My Sausage)

Munich is a sausage-fest.  And I’m not referring to a frat party before the girls show up.  The plethora of wurst at your disposal is mind-blowing.  Four days in Munich is not enough to try every type of these cylindrical delicacies that you can buy by the inch (centimeters of course).

But it just doesn’t stop there. Culinarily speaking, this Bavarian metropolis is known for more than its sausage.  Schweinshaxn or pig knuckle will have you craving more like a bad caffeine addiction or it might cause you to slip into a coma from which you won’t easily awaken.

If bite after bite of meat is not really your thing you can always stick to the grand assortment of cheeses and breads.  On the sweeter side – chocolate and truffles will have your taste buds dancing for joy and wishing you didn’t actually eat the half pound of sauerkraut and pig knuckle just an hour ago. And did you see Maria’s schnitzel?

After a hearty German meal it’s always a good idea to work it off somehow.  Locals sometimes choose to dawn their wetsuits and ride the waves of the Eisbach – which, by the way is a river.  I decided to hula hoop in Munich’s city center on Kaufingerstrasse only after they told me I couldn’t get on the horses.  Guess you can’t always get what you want.  But at least I will always have my sausage.  But how to get it all home?