So you cook in Frankfurt
Ethere was a visitor. From the capital with the bad mood. So not those in a bad mood and good food (Vienna), but the other. Where they say “icke”, cannot organize elections and consider currywurst to be food. You’re trying to form the visit. We’re going to eat too. In the inn around the corner with the wood paneling, the landlord says “Gude!” and disappears back into the kitchen. You take a seat and have your map ready. If you were a local, you would order a Bembel. Unfortunately, having tasted other parts of the world, one knows that while the idea of making wine from apples is not a bad idea, the result will be better if the apples are replaced with grapes just before the pressing process. A trick that has not yet caught on in Frankfurt.
“Oh yes, there’s that famous green sauce,” says the visitor, who of course ordered a beer. He is critical of the wine phenomenon as a whole. He once bought one in the capital in the Späti, it wasn’t that good. “Green Sauce? You should try it.” The visitor isn’t sure yet, when the waiter suddenly stands there: “Have you found anything yet?” The man from the capital leafs through the menu: “I don’t know, do you also have something like a currywurst here?” The waiter looks at me. “If you knew how green sauce IS made, you would taste it,” I say quickly. “How so? It’s just leaves cut into small pieces, isn’t it?” The waiter breathes. “You think so!” I say. “Actually, she’s from one of the suburbs of here. Out . . .”
“. . . Schwanheim,” says the waiter. i look at him “There is a shifting dune from the last ice age. The rarest herbs that are otherwise only found on the Baltic Sea grow on it. But it is under nature protection. That’s why only the roots are harvested.” – “That’s interesting. And how does that work?” says the capital. The waiter scratches his beard: “Ufbasse! They have driven underground tunnels into the dunes, where they press out the herb root bulbs from below like cow’s udders. And the juice that comes out WILL be stored in the bembles. And after a few months it comes out. Then there’s a big party. And that’s the Dippemess.” – “Yes, that’s right. It’s like a kind of Hessian curry.” “Right!” says the waiter: “And now they’ve found an even larger area of these roots during drilling work. Below Offenbach.” “Right!” I agree, “maybe the whole town needs to be demolished. Just like Lützerath.” – “Well then,” says the visitor, “I’ll just have this curry.” – “And I’ll just have a glass of the Riesling.” – “Neiplackter!” says the waiter and disappears with a smile .