For what seemed like one of the most tiring weeks of my life, I finally managed to knock off from work ten minutes before 9 in the evening. Giddy at the newness of energy and enough personal time at the end of a bloody work day, I hopped on Bus 61 and got off four stops later in Chinatown. I was amazed by my sheer excitement of walking around. Chinatown. At night. Again. After so long.
Not since my last job thereabouts have I walked around Chinatown at night again. It made me a bit nostalgic about those days when that area’s slightest details would fascinate me so much- lanterns, peddlers, drunken tourists, night market cheap thrills, etc. Tonight I was myself 4 years ago! Happy, happy, joy, joy.
Of course when you mention Chinatown, the most rational choice of food would be at Erich’s Wuerstelstand, right?
What?! A hearty German Herr smack in the middle of Chinatown, selling bratwurst and frankfurters and pretzels?!
Of course! And Erich Sollbock’s being there could not make any more sense. Why, the man is a legend on his own! He with his proper chef’s garments and hat, with a huge “Hullo!!! Whut wootchu like today?” For seven solid years, his odd Deutsch charms and his gut food have made that small sausage stand thrive within Chinatown and become a tourist spot in itself. That little red sausage stand made of postcards and magazine clippings from all over the world (all to and about him, mind you), stickers, flags, mementos from friends and fans, etc… A tourist spot in a tourist spot, get it?
Sehr gut night for idle sitting, munching, and looking around, indeed. Go visit him along Pagoda St. and have yourself some mash or homemade bread with that sausage and sauerkraut!
And with that, I bid you a Gute Nacht!
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