![]() ![]() You grab your craft beer, head back to a truly raucous eating hall, and wait for your sausage to show up. Everyone orders separately at the tiny counter up front, reassuring you that Tyler won’t skip out on the bill like he usually does. ![]() Wurstküche is also perfect for a big group of drunk friends, so keep it in your back pocket for those moments. These may not be the most “authentic” sausage, but who cares? For a reasonable price you’re getting something you really can’t get anywhere else. Sure, you can go to Wurstkuche and order a tasty Chicken Apple sausage like a good Kappa Kappa, but what you want to do is go total honeybadger on that Rattlesnake and Rabbit sausage and walk out a true champ. So what’s all the hype about? How long is too long to be leaning against a brick wall just to eat a hot link?Īfter all the hubbub and smack talk, what matters most is Wurstküche serves some pretty delicious - and unusual - sausage. The lines are still wrapped around the block. Fast forward to 2015 and the SoCal sausage craze has safely tempered down, but it’s safe to say the Wurstküche bubble isn’t bursting anytime soon. And at the center of this rather aggressive food fad sat Wurstküche, the hipster-bro-sausage-rave-hall that opened up in the still- full-of-actual-artists Arts District. Los Angeles circa 2010 was a sweltering crock pot of Silly Bandz, people bitching about the Lost finale, and sausage joints seemingly on every corner of the city. As we were taking ours for takeout, to eat on the road, we didn't get any mustard, which also would have added to the culinary experience.We’re not trying to rile everyone up here, but remember when everything was about the sausage in this town? They also had various mustards on the side: whole grain, Dijon, spicy brown, honey mustard and American yellow. I didn't understand this until after we left, so I only ordered one topping on each and would very much liked to have had more on them. Each sausage is placed on a bun with two toppings: caramelized onions, sauerkraut, sweet peppers and spicy peppers. Based on some experience with eating rattlesnake and the cost of procuring it, my guess is that the rattlesnake portion of the sausage is very small, just enough to put the name on the label and make it exotic. Looking on line, I think just about everyone tries the rattlesnake and rabbit. Then the exotics, of which I got two, the Rattlesnake and Rabbit with Jalapeno Peppers and the Duck and Bacon with Jalapeno Peppers. Gourmet was a little more interesting, with pretty mundane Louisiana hot link and kielbasa, to Filipino Maharlika (sweet pork) and Austin Blues, which I got, which included hot and spicy, tri pepper and hardwood smoked pork. The sausages, which are arrayed in a glass case near the ordering counter,Īre broken into groups of "classics," "gourmet" and "exotics." Classics include bratwurst and bockwurst, but you can't justify eating one of them on your first visit. Mostly sausages and "biers," as in Pabst Blue Ribbon, the only one of the 49 beers that I'd heard of before. There were others in line wearing un-Kansas like clothing, but that one particularly stood out. He was wearing a multi-hued felt-type coat with purple and scarlet colors and a hat with similar colors that covered his ears. A guy behind us in line was wearing something that would have seemed at home in Alice in Wonderland. ![]() Fourth, I started to look around at the people in line and I whispered to Andrew that I felt like Toto, "I'm not in Kansas anymore." It was a youngish-20s crowd. People in the line around us start to yell, "Cheaters, cheaters." I was thinking TMZ and a celebrity couple, but I've since learned that Cheaters is a reality tv show that takes tips from spouses and others who suspect that their partner is cheating on them, have them followed by a private investigator, and then expose the cheating partner on camera in the compromising situation. Quickly, the male at the table stands up and starts to push one of the camera-men. Third, as we got toward the end of the line a group of of six or eight people with cameras, lights and microphones rushed past as, bumping me in the process and I heard one exclaim, "They're holding hands." They ran across the street toward a couple eating at an outdoor table, then the lights go on and the cameras start to roll. Second, there was a line out the entrance down the street which was moving at a glacial pace. ![]()
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