Tuesday, March 03, 2009
I seem to have some sort of fixation with train station food in the former east bloc. There is something about the social nature of the seating areas, the bland grey concrete walls, the cafeteria-style kiosks, and of course the proprietors who have no doubt been working there since Soviet times.
The above sausage is a relic from that era. It was filled with more rice than meat, but still turned out to be reasonably tasty. Unfortunately, the weather was so cold that all the grease congealed before I had a chance to finish eating even half.