When I was about to go to Israel, I was telling my parents excitedly about my layover in Frankfurt. My dad asked what on earth I would do in Frankfurt for three hours. My response: “Well, obviously I’m going to eat!”
So if any of you have ever had the pleasure of a layover in the Frankfurt airport, you know that the real answer was that I was going to walk from one terminal to the other.
But still, even with all the walking, I had time for breakfast. I was craving a real German breakfast. The German Breakfast Roll (like a kaiser roll with a glazed top) with butter and cheese and ham. Unfortunately, by the time I got over to my actual terminal, my options were pretty limited. As it was, I had to walk a mile or so to the terminal next to mine to even get breakfast. The place I ended up with didn’t have what I wanted.
Luckily, they had something better.
I’m not a big sausage person. If I’m going to eat it, I usually want it removed from its casing. Bratwurst was never my favorite German food. Luckily, these weren’t just any German sausages. They were Nuremberg sausages, which I had eaten with delight on a frigid trip to Nuremberg back in 2006. When you buy them on the street, they come in threes in a kaiser roll with mustard. They’re small. I’m pretty sure we called them finger sausages or something (but in German, of course, it sounded a little less gross).
They were just as good this time.
And I got a roll with some lovely German butter to take with me.