Wurst

The fascination for Wurst is a phenomenon.
I’ve never been to a city where you can find as many Wursts as here in Vienna. The most disgusting one would be ‘die Eitrige’––a bratwurst containing tiny pieces of cheese. The cheese melts while the Wurst is grilled.
It’s not nice to eat. It’s not nice to see someone eat it.
It’s a massacre.
From time to time melted cheese spills out of the Wurst when you take a bite. Often this cheese crashes into your eye or nose. Painful shit.
Not to mention the variety of other Bratwurst specialities on sale nearly all night long at the Würstlstand. An institution in Vienna. It might be a Mafia, with the master plan to kill people with Bratwurst.
Get a beer to go after eight at night in Vienna. Impossible. Try to get a Wurst: very possible. All nightlong.