Our very first meal was not very German. We had just arrived and didn't have much motivation to look too hard. I present to you, a burger ordered from Frankfurt. I won't bother with words. It's a burger.

We were still running on Van time so we forced ourselves to stay up and regulate. 1L beers back at the hostel. 4,50 euros. So many celebrations were had. So many that we had to celebrate those numbers with late night schawarmas. Falafel King on davie and thurlow is still top in my books. Drunk and cocky, I asked for extra spicy. The guy gave me a "oh VERY spicy?" with raised eyebrows. I knew I had just been challenged and I shouldn't have taken it, but my pride got the best of me. He handed me a pepper while he made my wrap, filling it with hot sauce and more peppers. I bit in to that pepper in front of him with a big smile. I finished it and the wrap, but it was not an easy feat. I've learned not to challenge spice in European cities. It isn't wimpy buffalo sauce that I'm going to see.

The next day, we took advantage of the hostel's free breakfast and made it our breakfast and lunch. It was hard to do with bread and deli meat. This skimpy strategy led me to the moment I'll remember as the moment I stopped using butter as a spread. I bought a pretzel with what I thought was a layer of cheese. It was butter. A thick layer of butter. I hate wasting food, but my body could not take it and my mind wouldn't allow it.

At night, we took the hostel's suggestion and went to an apple cider house. It was clear this was a popular tourist joint when the waiter greeted us with multiple Asian language greetings until we confirmed one back to him. We settled for "ni hao". It was to our disappointment that they did not serve beer, but it shouldn't have been a surprise. Apple cider house, folks. It didn't taste as sweet as the cider I usually grab from the liquor store in Van, but I guess this is how it's supposed to taste. We quietly finished our glasses. Opinions were kept to ourselves, but the quietness gave me the idea we had all drawn the same. The absence of beer was forgotten when I met my chicken schnitzel. Deep fried goodness with hearty potatoes. Picture was on my dslr and access to those are a bit cumbersome, so my blog will depend on my memory to whip out my iPhone.

Next, check it: Czech cuisine.