The Germans are coming…again…and welcome this time
Michael Lewis has an excellent piece in Vanity Fair where he hypothesizes about elements of the German national psyche. To cut to the chase, he claims that the Germans’ unconscious affinity for excrement explains a number of their national characteristics, including fiscal and monetary policy.
Um, ok. Whatever. I don’t know about the excrement part, but I do know that I’ve been looking for a German beer and sausage house that is closer to my apartment than Wurstkuche. Voila, we have Wirtshaus. While Wirtshaus is not exactly in the same league as Wurstkuche downtown, it is a splendid place to grab a mid-day beer, pretzel, and schnitzel sandwich.
Germany is now being asked by the rest of Europe to bail it out. On the other hand, I merely asked it to supply me with a mid-town sausage and beer garden. Maybe Europe should start with small requests first. Germany is good with fulfilling those. Just a thought.
Whew!
Wirtshaus, 345 N La Brea Avenue, Los Angeles, CA 90036, (323) 931-9291
