Of Wursts, Brezn and Jolly Shandy?

Over the weekend on Saturday, the hubby and I popped by Brotzeit for an early dinner. It was by no coincidence that we also felt like gulping down copious amount of beer (or bier, as the Bavarians call it), no thanks to this mad weather. We've dined at both the Raffles City and Vivocity outlets but the latter one is our perennial favourite. Humidity aside, it's at least a semblance of waterfront dining, no? Of course it helps too that the view towards RWS is easier on the eyes compared to just last year where massive piling works and mounds of earth are all that you can see.

The mango Affensaft was refreshing and hubby's Weissbier with sprite tasted surprisingly like good ole Jolly Shandy! Heh. Apparently, Germans drink this 'refreshing concoction' after sports. Hmm.. not sure about the alcohol, but it it's definitely a thirst quencher.

We ordered sausages for our mains; my Weisswurst looked spiffy eh? It's pork and veal sausages served with homemade brezn (pretzel) and sweet mustard dipping sauce. The boiled sausages are really tender and I can taste the meaty goodness of the veal and pork. Don't be fooled by the size; I can only manage 2 of those.

I've never been more fascinated with the brezn. My first taste of pretzels were those from Auntie Anne's and I subsequently tasted one that was closer to Brotzeit's from a Hungarian street vendor. It was rock-hard, salty and I nearly gagged swallowing it. Oh, and it was bigger than both of my palms combined! The one served at Brotzeit tasted just like that, albeit smaller. The taste grows into me, I guess, as I chewed and the coarse salt brought out the dough's flavour.

*Burp*