Guest Post: Currywurst is not the worst…it's the best!

Yesterday, being the first day in Berlin, I was in earnest of trying the local delacacies.Our friendly tour guides Leather & Abel ensured we were in in good hands on the food front. First meal: Currywurst at Dussmann, downstairs and inside a very comprehensive and jungle-friendly bookshop.
I admit, I was sceptical about the sauce. I’m not a huge curry and sausages fan, especially from what I could see, in a less-than-discreet drowning sauce. To the absolute horror of the waiter, I asked for the sauce on the side. Nonetheless, he oliged me, bringing over a small dish of sausages and potatoes, and a large jug of sauce. I poured a little in the corner. A slice of sausage. A dip in sauce….and then… TASTE EXPLOSION!
From that moment on, I was hooked. For some unknown reason, the currywurst had subliminally blinded me. I found myself dropping Currywurst commentary throughout the day, without realising why or how. Unfortunately, my fellow commrades did not share my passion. On the plus side, they did make me most certainly aware of my love for the wurst. (Editor note: #twss)

Our very long touristy day ended at 2am in front of Curry 36, one of the original stalls of the famous Currywurst. According to our lovely guides (and with slight assistance from Wikipedia), Herta Heuwer was the inventor of Currywurst. She managed to obtain the key ingredients comprising curry powder, ketchup and Worcestershire sauce, from British soliders in Germany after World War II, and concocted the magical Currywurst sauce to be devoured with short and deliciously simple German pork sausages cut into bite-size pieces.
Today, once again, I ended our walking tour around “alternative” Berlin and Checkpoint Charlie with a Checkpoint Charlie Currywurst. Photographic evidence, see attached.
Tomorrow’s meals? Currywurst.
To be fair to other German fare, we also had one of the best cheap and cheerful schnitzels of Berlin at Scheers. Don’t want schinitzel to feel left out.
About the writer (she writes about herself in third person, to fulfil the “hipster Berlin” persona):
Emily is friend of Leather and Abel. Japanese at heart, Australian by trade, she now resides in the trendy western suburbs of London (now considering a move to Berlin to take advantage of the currywurst phenomenon) and a slightly-less-than-wealthy matchmaker.
You can follow Emily on her advenutes via Twitter @emski_emi