The Bratwurst I grew up eating — memory as a review

I grew up eating Bratwurst and have strong opinions shaped by memory. The version here triggered that recognition in the first bite — the hearty and deeply savoury was right, smoked pork was handled the way it should be.

regional specialities vary dramatically between Bavaria, Saxony, and the Rhineland. Growing up it was always a winter Christmas market, which shaped my reference point entirely. Riesling alongside it is the only way it makes sense to me. It's hard to be objective about food you have emotional history with, but objectively: this is very good.