Einmal Currywurst mit Pommes bitte!

Snap - most of it went on cleaning kit.

Oh! and alcohol.

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most of it went on cleaning kit.

Most on alcohol and grub,very little on cleaning kit.

gingerjim wrote:

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

Yeah! Should have said....... this was in the late '80s... We could only change a £1
BAFV note a week into DM in the '50's. In the last 6 months of NS, when on regular pay, with 2 tapes but no trade rating, I think I got around £4. 50 a week.... But at home, after demob, I signed up for my 1st mortgage on £9 a week.....

I was RICH !.

When I organised a trip back to Osnabruck for half a dozen old mates who'd been in Quebec Bks in NS, we stayed at the Dom Hotel. Es war sehr gut! Had a problem with two , the twins, who came from outside Leeds & had never been too far apart. Rest of us made for nearest Bratwurst stand, twins rejected the experience. German nosh ? No way ! Others shrugged and ordered another. Same in the hotel. Continental breakfast, rolls & jam OK, evening meal not appreciated. However, we'd fed well with the sappers at Quebec, lunched in the Officers' Mess. No problem for the twins, except one did remark "The last time I was in here, I had to scrub out the Sh...house".

2nd evening meal came, hotel staff were concerned twins didn't eat much, asked me with my limited Deutsch, what they would like. I posed the question. "Can they do egg & chips with mushy peas?" they said. Mushy peas wasn't in the dictionary, but something acceptable arrived. Gradually, they went native with the rest of us.

isnt it funny how so many Brits seem to want to limit their experience of eating abroad. get into it i say, its usually great. i loved borch in Russia, and real caviar.

Crikey, you blokes like your BRATWURST !

You have mustard or Tomato Sauce or Barbecue Sauce (brown sauce with them.) or even ye olde HP Sauce.

Tomato sauce on Bratwurst ? Nay, lad! Senf, German mustard, much milder than the Brit stuff. Got mixed up with my Deutsch on that nostalgia trip back to Osnabruck. Tried to show off my local knowledge in front of the lads in the railway station Bratwurst outlet, the first stop we made for. Got the sausage & asked if there was "Saft" to put on it. Lady queried it......
"Saft ?". "Ja! Saft, naturlich" . She shrugged, thought mad English & passed over a bottle of fruit juice.

And sadly, HP sauce has been bought by the French!

they sell reasonably good bratwurst in our local aldies, ginger

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isnt it funny how so many Brits seem to want to limit their experience of eating abroad. get into it i say, its usually great. i loved borch in Russia, and real caviar.

I`ll try any food. If i don`t like it ,i`ll bin it .If i like it i go back for more.Going by my present weight i must like more than i dislike

steve jones wrote:

isnt it funny how so many Brits seem to want to limit their experience of eating abroad. get into it i say, its usually great. i loved borch in Russia, and real caviar.

Steve, I think I may have expressed my astonishment at the extent of your travels.

Now it's Borscht in Russia, (ain't that beetroot soup ?).

Bloody hell mate !

Remember Hymie Goldstone who got on the lingo site somehow? To recap, Hymie was NS,
Jewish, Scottish , well liked & in BHQ Tp as a clerk. And that's not his real name. Ted, BHQ's resident pig slept next door, he went out of his way to walk over to the cookhouse with Hymie for breakfast. Being always hungry, one who would eat anything which wasn't tied down, Ted had reasoned that bacon was due and Hymie wouldn't eat it. Bacon was an infrequent event in the 1950's, Ted primed Hymie well to ensure the clerk didn't reject his portion when it appeared. "We always take some of everything ", he said more than once. "there's always somebody will appreciate it if it's not wanted ". A strange conversation, and Hymie couldn't help but remember it.

Bacon appeared eventually, Ted's eyes lit up. Hymie needed no prompting to accept the two greasy rashers which were slapped on his plate beside to bubble & squeak. Ted watched as Hymie gulped down the fried veg. He could wait no longer & shoved his plate over. "Ok Hymie? I'll always help a mate out !". Hymie looked up, asked "Are you sure Ted ?" "Sure ! Anything for a pal!" Hymie's fork shot out, impaled Ted's bacon and with one swift movement it disappeared into Hymie's mouth. Ted's flabber was gasted. "But you don't eat bacon !" he spluttered. "Sure do " said Hymie, " I love it ! Love it so much, I always leave it until last, to relish the experience! You're a real mate, Ted !"

Hi Brum, we were "posted" to Moscow 2000 to 2003 with the New Zealand immigration service. fantastc place, and yes its beetroot soup. thou there is a lot more than beetroot in it. depending on where in the country you are it varies. Moscow borsht has quite a bit of meat in it as well, and is usually served with a good spoonful of sour cream. brilliant on a winters afternoon. the other great eat out at the markets is shlashliek. Shish kabab only bigger. huge lumps of meat on a skewer over charcole, served with a little tomato salad, black bread and black sweet tea, oh and a shot of vodka, just to keep the cold out.

steve jones wrote:

Hi Brum, we were "posted" to Moscow 2000 to 2003 with the New Zealand immigration service. fantastc place, and yes its beetroot soup. thou there is a lot more than beetroot in it. depending on where in the country you are it varies. Moscow borsht has quite a bit of meat in it as well, and is usually served with a good spoonful of sour cream. brilliant on a winters afternoon. the other great eat out at the markets is shlashliek. Shish kabab only bigger. huge lumps of meat on a skewer over charcole, served with a little tomato salad, black bread and black sweet tea, oh and a shot of vodka, just to keep the cold out.

Well I guessed there'd vodka in there somewhere !

Shelldrake wrote:

Stephen, do you mean Mettwurst?

I don't know what it was called. but I know the 'pink stuff' on top wasn't caviar!!

brum wrote:

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.

Really? Uh. I don't recall it as having a 'fishy' taste at all but then we're going back a couple of years here, after all! Perhaps there was the open-face sandwich you're thinking of AND another one, also with "pinkish stuff" on top that I'm thinking of. My guess is I would have stayed clear of anything "fish" back then....didn't trust it to not make me sicker than a dog! But, considering what I usually tossed down my gullet, such a concern was a bit silly

Gordon. wrote:

Was it not from the cod family?

Oh yeeeeahhhh....Frank and Mildred Cod and the little Cods. ehehehehehe....

steve jones wrote:

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.

Eeeeew....but not far off, actually, as anything with "chen" on the end was a diminutive of the original, a sort of pet name, or something meaning "little" or "wee"....so, sure, "Brotchen" would literally translate as "little bread". Rather like our suffix of 'let'....as in starlet....so I suppose a direct translation would or could come out as "breadlet".....

Somehow, "dinner rolls" aren't really the same thing!

After expensive dinner rolls used to be part of life, but she's gone frigid on me. Maybe it's the garlic.......

had a currywurst mit pommes today in Paderborn, Busbahnhof (Broers Imbiss) very nice.

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Maybe it's the garlic.......

Maybe it`s your age??????

Gordon. wrote:

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Maybe it's the garlic.......

Maybe it`s your age??????

Yes, Yes ! Nothing wrong with the memory though.............. Saw a cartoon whilst looking for a birthday card today..........

Man says to Doc........ Think I'm going deaf.

Doc says.................. Oh? What are the symptoms ?

Man says................. An American TV cartoon family.

Did you remember to get the card???????????

Stephen Lock wrote :-

....so I suppose a direct translation would or could come out as "breadlet".....
Somehow, "dinner rolls" aren't really the same thing![/quote]
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Hit it on the head! If they were the same thing, we'd have a word for it........ there's no attempt to translate "petit pain", "spaghetti", etc.. Brotchen are Brotchen, a Volkswagen is a Volkswagen, why try to concoct an Engish equivalent ? Attempts at coming up with literal translations for foreign words, or phrases, lead to inevitable confusion unless the idiom and local usage are considered.

As German has three genders for nouns, literal translations into English could imply inanimate objects have sexual characteristics........ which can be more confusing when the German idiom dictates that all words ending in "....chen" are neuter, & neither masculine nor feminine. "Madchen" (girl) is, therefore, a word which is neither masculine nor feminine, but these labels have nothing to do with physical gender, they are just convenient terms, nouns could be grouped as Pip , Squeak and Wifred. Baffled ? Don't blame you, I'm confusing myself !

Examples?..... The German lady, with whom I associated at one time, was leaving. At the airport, I said "Look after yourself !" using a common phrase in the English idiom. To Christine, well versed in English, French, Spanish & Latin, this meant, literally, the association was finished, it caused some upset. The Scots say "That's me away !", that's their idiom, the coarse English would say" "I'm pissing off now". Both have much the same meaning but would be totally different if translated literally into German........... Get it? A Brotchen is a Brotchen, don't try to think of an English equivalent.

And what's this to do with Currywurst und Brotchen ? Not a lot, but I didn't start it. Stick to Bratwurst in future.

well thanks for that cartav. i had no intention, need or desire to translate the word brotchen into english. it was the predeliction of my then gilrfriend to try to find the english for almost every word. as a german she had no idea that there would not be an english translation for the word brotchen. It was only when we all rolled on the floor holding our tummies and laughing hysterically that she realised in fact the word should best be left alone.