Espresso con panna. Courtesy of the leftover whipped cream from the Victoria cake earlier this week.

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With the morning cappuccino.

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On my last day in Munich I decided I must try the Munich sausages before I left. The night before, the bartender was explaining the proper way to eat the sausages. On my cut off a small piece, slice it in two, then pull the casing off before dipping in the sweet mustard and eating. I couldn’t fathom why one must cut off the casing until the next morning, when I realized the sausages are boiled, not grilled. So the casing becomes very rubbery instead of having that nice crispness to it. It is served in a bowl of hot water to keep it warm until you are ready to eat it.

The sausage itself is, like other sausages I experienced this trip, mildly spiced – this one with onion or garlic, and parsley. The sausage is white, as it is made from minced veal and pork back bacon, and it doesn’t contain any preservatives and isn’t smoked. So this sausage is traditionally eaten before mid-day. As for the taste? Perfectly heavenly, with or without the sweet mustard.

At Platzl Hotel, Munich.

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It may be the low tech version, but I’m very happy to be back to fresh ground beans, strong espresso, topped with a bit of “frothed” milk in the morning (hand-whipped, by moi). Japan followed by England with their tea cultures and ubiquitous instant coffee has made me appreciate this morning ritual soooo much more.

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While the idea of baked beans doesn’t sound that appetizing to me, this seemed like the thing to have this morning. I still don’t really get the appeal, bit I will say the sausage, bacon, and fried egg were wonderful. The toast was laden with butter, and the beans tasted great… just not a breakfast food for me. In other exciting news, while sitting at breakfast we saw a fox wander into a grocery store. He was shooed out after a few minutes, so he continued down the street to the luggage store. True story!

At Chelsea Deli, Craven Road.

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