So I ordered the blutwurst and liverwurst with potatoes and sauerkraut, and got two piles of mush ... with potatoes and sauerkraut. I was all like, "where's the wurst, lady?" so the waitress very kindly changed my order to fried bratwurst and mash instead. But... On my return to the world of Wikipedia, it seems a wurst, or sausage, is defined as seasoned and ground meat and doesn't have to come all cased-up and wiener-like. Sorry, Schindler's, my mistake. On the other hand, who wants to eat blood and liver flavored mush? I mean, come on. And it did take you quite a long time to serve us. There is a moral (or lesson) in this tale, summed up by the German saying, "Er will immer eine Extrawurst gebraten haben". It means "he always wants a special sausage roasted for him" to express that someone wants something out of the ordinary. Thing is, all I wanted was something ordinary, and felt I'd got something out of the ordinary, but, in fact, what I had was ordinary all along.

Be good to yourselves. And each other.