A Munching Marathon through Munich

The Bergwolf is hidden on the street corner outside the exit of the Munich metro station. The small, wooden, kind-of-a-dive has a small dining area with a few old picnic tables and chairs. Jeff and I cautiously walk up to the empty wooden counter a few feet from the door. A smiling young blonde walks over and politely asks how she can help. We ask for two currywurst. Already full, we don’t realize what we are getting ourselves into. What comes back are two mountains: a pile of French fries doused with ketchup and mayo and a mound of small pieces of savory wurst covered in a delicious, red currywurst sauce. We look at the massive portion that lays in front of us and, in vain, attempt to finish our plates. Though we are full beyond capacity, we almost finish -- a testament to the taste of Bergwolf’s currywurst.
We vow if we make another trip to Munich, we’ll start with the currywurst. By the time we finish, we have to hail a taxi to the airport for our 6 p.m. return flight.
With bellies full and smiles on our faces, we fall asleep in the taxi, dreaming of the Bavarian delights we sampled. Reluctantly, we board the plane and bid farewell to this sausage, beer and pretzel wonderland.

Justin Mellott, a founding member of Chowzter, resides in Hagerstown, Maryland.