I don’t even know where to start. For those of you familiar with Wurstküche—a “purveyor of exotic grilled sausages”—downtown on 3rd/Traction, you will no doubt pardon me if I GUSH. (Wurstküche is German for sausage kitchen.) I can’t remember the last time I loved a restaurant so much! You walk in and there’s a case of 20 varieties of sausage, ranging from the familiar Hot Italian and Chicken Apple to Rattlesnake and Rabbit with Jalapeño Peppers, and everything in between. The menu options are concise – grilled sausage with a choice of grilled hot or sweet peppers, onions or ‘kraut on a roll and Belgian fries, which you can top with white truffle oil or one of their excellent dipping sauces. They offer 24 beers on tap (mostly Belgian) as well as artisanal sodas (Sweet Blossom elder flower soda, Manhattan Special espresso soda).
Oh – and word to Teri Hatcher, who stormed out while we were ordering like she was being chased by an army of paparazzi (she wasn’t): nobody, and I mean nobody, cares. Especially, by the looks of it, the poor guy you were dragging behind you.
Anyway, I ordered a buffalo, beef and pork with chipotle sausage, topped with grilled sweet peppers and onions, and a Chimay White. My husband got a Louisiana Hot Link with sauerkraut, a Houblon Chouffe pale ale (hoppy fruity deliciousness) and we shared an order of Belgian fries with curry ketchup (on the recommendation of the guy next to us in line, who looked like he knew his way around the menu).
Once you place your order, you go down a long narrow hall to this raucous dining room with big communal tables and benches, seating at the bar as well as little bistro tables. So much fun. We’re going back immediately.