The thing about travelling in order to eat is that you can recapture, albeit as through a glass darkly, memories of places you've been (and eaten). Sunday lunch today was a pale shadow of a choucroute garnie, with two sorts of mustard. Some chefs serve several types of mustard although I don't remember being offered a choice. As I only had two sorts of meat (freshly baked gammon joint and frankfurters) I offered myself Dijon (with the frankfurters) and beer and black peppercorn (a Christmas present) with the gammon. If really rebellious you could spread the mustards on the other way round.
All this reminds me of alighting from the train in Strasbourg, making straight for the Place de la Cathédrale and ordering a choucroute garnie. Après ça, la cathédrale
All this reminds me of alighting from the train in Strasbourg, making straight for the Place de la Cathédrale and ordering a choucroute garnie. Après ça, la cathédrale
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