Einmal Currywurst mit Pommes bitte!

The one and only time i gave blood was on a summer camp at Eckernförde.Coffee, Cognac and sandwiches to order..

This site sure does bring back memories...sigh!!!

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Nobody has mentioned those German "open" sandwiches.

There used to be a pinkish caviar one that I particularly like

Hmmm, that has stirred something in my mind Brum, can't quite place it though

Pink lint perhaps?

Dolmetchers comments are reminding me I read in Parky, the autobiography of Michael Parkinson, that he also served in the Ashton under Lyne Pay Centre and did his National Service square bashing at Devizes.

The Freiwilliger Feuerwehr was another excuse for a Booze Up, they arrived at your house, extinguished the fire, drank the contents of your Schrank, then disappeared back home. I applied to join but there was a waiting list!

Teabag wrote:

Eels of any description I could not eat. Yeuk! It's the thought of having pancakes for breakfast that is so sickening, not the fact that you put syrup on them Stephen. Full English however is another thing. Can't beat it! Never had Marmite in my life although have had bovril and oxo. Is there a difference?

Ahhhhh....well, I'm not a big breakfast eater to begin with and in fact usually skip it....coffee and a ciggie is enough for me until lunch! Now, to really turn you green my British friend....during Stampede Week (that'd be the week celebrating the annual Calgary Stampede, Greatest Show on Earth. World famous. Chuckwagon races, etc etc) there are 'Stampede breakfasts' all over the city, free. These breakfasts consist of massive amounts of pancakes, sausages ("bangers") and bacon being done up on huge grills, all smothered in syrup and butter. That sound you hear....no no, not the chorus of "Yahooooo!!!", but rather that dull sound? Yeah, that's the sound of arteries clogging all around you! ehehehehe

Yes, I've had full English...I do rather like fried tomatoes, I must say....

Bovril and Oxo are more liquid than Marmite....marmite is this deep brown paste stuff. Meaty flavour, as I recall....brrrrrr!!!

brum wrote:

Uhmmm...I think that is RONALD McDonald....Donald McDonald is likely his less-(in)famous brother

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Silly old me !

Donald, of course, is the one with a little sailor's hat and wearing a jacket but no trousers.
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Still getting it wrong....Yes, Donald and the sailor hat, jacket and no trousers but surname of "Duck" not "McDonald"....and I never could figure A) a duck showering and B) wrapping a towel around himself when he's bucknaked, except for feathers of course, from...well...it wouldn't be the waist down, would it? Ducks don't have waists, but they DO have down....oh, this is just getting silly.....

recce83 wrote:

I remember a pub adjacent to the "back entrance" to the barracks in Sennelager run by a retired Major. His cutlets were the best I ever ran across in Germany, to say nothing of the accompanying kartoffelnsalat. I'm surprised no one has mentioned ox- tail soup or, better yet, goulash soup that went down so well "the day after".

I wonder if the Zum Baren is still in business? It was, or is, located somewhere between Menden and Hemer, but the years have erased it's exact location from my mental GPS. They too served game meat, and their roast wild boar was well known and applauded.

I'm afraid I couldn't handle the bean soup with the great bockwurst floating in the middle of the bowl. (Old joke: "You say that's called a phallic symbol? I'd hate to tell you what it looks like!) Ditto for eels of any description or those pork chops encased in aspic. But on the whole I love German food and rejoice that there are so many places to get it near home. But I would give up my unattained (and totally undeserved) rank of WO 1 to be back there.

Happy days!

You're right....how could one forget ox-tail soup!!! Wonderful concoction!!! Great with a cold 1/2 litre of beer.

Zum Baren I remember as well. My parents and I went there fairly often but, like you, I can't quite remember the location. Out along the Hoennetal, enroute to Menden I suppose, yes. I think I tried the bear steak once....mom paled at the mere thought! I don't recall how it tasted...okay I suppose, probably a bit tough, but perhaps not as it would have been prepared well (and probably pounded into near oblivion to tender it up in the kitchen!). Boar, yes....gamey pork chop, basically.

Shelldrake wrote:

The Freiwilliger Feuerwehr was another excuse for a Booze Up, they arrived at your house, extinguished the fire, drank the contents of your Schrank, then disappeared back home. I applied to join but there was a waiting list!

Speaking of "another excuse for a booze up".

One time, in 70s Hemer, I was required to get the Regimental small bore team to a local pub for a fixture in the local league competition.

We didn't even know we were in the league but we turned up and surprisingly, the pub had it's own shooting range, in the building.

On arrival we were placed before a great array of those open sandwiches, free liquor, free beer. We said, amongst ourselves "these buggers plan to beat us by getting us ratted", "not very subtle, what ?" "Yeah, but all this free scoff and booze, bugger the competition !" So in we tucked. We shot, we lost!

It must've cost them a small fortune.

Those Germans just didn't understand the British squaddie !

Found this link on another site.Might interest the beer drinkers among you.

http://www.yellow-handbag.co.uk/german-beer-sales

Gordon. wrote:

Found this link on another site.Might interest the beer drinkers among you.

http://www.yellow-handbag.co.uk/german-beer-sales

Verrry Interesting, Gordon. Might give it a whirl.

Even with the delivery charge,it`s quite a good buy

brum wrote:

Nobody has mentioned those German "open" sandwiches.

There used to be a pinkish caviar one that I particularly liked.

One bleak Paderborn day, standing on Battery parade, we were told "Dont forget to go to the MI room today and give blood to the German Red Cross". "Have we got to go ?" we asked, "Not if you don't want to, no", was the reply. "Well *ollocks to that then we declared.

Later a scruffy little Herbert arrived at the vehicle park, looking pleased with himself. On being quizzed he stated that he'd been to give blood and that he'd been given coffee, cognac "loads of scoff" and cognac by the German women in there. Did I mention the Cognac ?

Exit 76 (Missile) Battery in the direction of the MI room.

Most of us had never really tasted German food before but the taste of that caviar stays with me to this day. And don't get me started on those Gherkins !

I remember those open sandwiches with the pinkish stuff on top, but I don't think it was caviar (fish eggs)....seems to me it was a bit more basic than that....minced up raw meat with diced onions in it or something. Delicious though. The bread it was commonly put upon tended to the hard side of the equation (not stale...just hard) but also delicious. Speaking of which....gawd, but I miss my brotchen!!! I am not a big bread eater (toast, sometimes) but I could scoff down a half dozen brotchen easily....mmmm-mmmm-MMMM!!! Butter only, butter and jam, didn't matter.....didn't even mind them 'dry' (i.e. no topping at all) if I had to.

Stephen, do you mean Mettwurst?

Stephen Lock wrote:

brum wrote:

Nobody has mentioned those German "open" sandwiches.

There used to be a pinkish caviar one that I particularly liked.

One bleak Paderborn day, standing on Battery parade, we were told "Dont forget to go to the MI room today and give blood to the German Red Cross". "Have we got to go ?" we asked, "Not if you don't want to, no", was the reply. "Well *ollocks to that then we declared.

Later a scruffy little Herbert arrived at the vehicle park, looking pleased with himself. On being quizzed he stated that he'd been to give blood and that he'd been given coffee, cognac "loads of scoff" and cognac by the German women in there. Did I mention the Cognac ?

Exit 76 (Missile) Battery in the direction of the MI room.

Most of us had never really tasted German food before but the taste of that caviar stays with me to this day. And don't get me started on those Gherkins !

I remember those open sandwiches with the pinkish stuff on top, but I don't think it was caviar (fish eggs)....seems to me it was a bit more basic than that....minced up raw meat with diced onions in it or something. Delicious though. The bread it was commonly put upon tended to the hard side of the equation (not stale...just hard) but also delicious. Speaking of which....gawd, but I miss my brotchen!!! I am not a big bread eater (toast, sometimes) but I could scoff down a half dozen brotchen easily....mmmm-mmmm-MMMM!!! Butter only, butter and jam, didn't matter.....didn't even mind them 'dry' (i.e. no topping at all) if I had to.

This was, in fact, fish eggs Stephen, though I know not from which fish.

In common usage in the 70s, I encountered it often.

We dubbed it "Poor man's caviar". Tasty, for all that.

Was it not from the cod family?

Frikadelle mit pommes und senf bitte.
Does anybody remember 'Wolfgang' at Saltau ??
What a star he was....
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pinky
HUSSAR

a friend of mine once trying to find the English word for Brotchen came up with Breadlings. as in ducklings i suppose. Still language wasnt her best asset I suppose.

Bread rolls are called 'schripon' in Berlin.......(probably spelt wrong).....lol
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pinky
HUSSAR

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Still language wasnt her best asset I suppose

A long legged beautiful blonde Steve?

Gordon. wrote:

Was it not from the cod family?

Oh no mate, we bought it from a shop !

Gordon. wrote:

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Still language wasnt her best asset I suppose

A long legged beautiful blonde Steve?

Dark and rather short i seem to remember. but lovely with it.

Not strictly essen, we'd already eaten, but the ,Fraulein and I ended up at the end of year wine fest in a small village in the Pfalz. The main street was closed, beer tents & Bratwurst stalls lined one side, seats the other. Being Kraut, she took charge...... "You will get the drinks, I shall find seats.... Go ! ". I went, charged with buying a beer & a white wine.

I joined a queue, read the notice .....BIER 3 Marks, WEISS WEIN 3 marks. Cheap enough, at the then 3 DM to £1.... My turn, the barman, big, fat, queried "Ja?". " Ein Glas Weiss Wein, und ein Glas Bier, bitte ". The two glasses appeared , he said " 9 Marks ". I was confused, pointed to the price list. "Es sagt Wein 3 Marks, Bier 3 marks. Es macht 6 Marks ". The queue was impatient, the barman stressed. "Pfand !" he shouted, then, louder "PFAND" again. It had the sound of "Bugger off, English", there was no point in arguing. I took the drinks, joined my companion, scowled & expressed my disgust at the treatment afforded to a foreigner.

She said just one word, it was the second time I'd heard it. "Pfand!". "What?" "PFAND ! It's
the deposit on the glasses"

3 marks to the pound. hells teeth. in 50s it was 12 marks to the pound , beer 15 pfennigs a glass, , you paid 50 pfennigs for a half spit roast chicken , i distinctly remember buying a wooden box of scloss park cigars 25 in box for 3 marks, ginger

I was drawing around 100 marks a week in the early 60s and thought i was well off