…along the River Scheldt. I was cold, but the sky was blue and the sun was shimmering off the river. We bought French fries with curry catchup, a local speciality, from a food cart vendor on the river. They were the most delicious French fries I have ever enjoyed and a delicious end to a tumultuous situation.
I’m sorry that the fries with curry ketchup are what I’m keying on here, but damn it, I want some.
I was living in Berlin at the same time, and “curry wurst” was a favorite late night treat after the bars.
Same fries with curry ketchup, along with sliced sausage rounds, all served in a paper boat with a plastic toothpick to eat it with.
I’m getting the urge to write about Berlin now!
Great story, though! I’ve known a couple “Rick the Dicks” in my day.
Sorry I got sidetracked by the food. :-)