Parakorval Activity

"The mayonnaise is like God."

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It was a humid day, and I had suggested that we might meet indoors instead. David wouldn’t hear of it. He arrived at Karlbergsvägen 10 minutes late, almost running.  After studying the menu for quite some time, he ordered a paprika wurst with surkål. “Gunter” seemed to be in an unusually bad mood, and was even ruder than normal.

We found a bench inside one of the courtyard blocks, and sat down. It was my first visit in a long while, and I was looking forward to the food. In the end, perhaps due to the oppressive weather, I only managed less than half my kabanos. 

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I was talking to Martin today, and he wanted you all to know about the northern bohemian korv he had recently. It’s from a town called Trutnov (population: 30 893) in the Czech Republic.    Martin reports that while the sauces and onion were all great, and the bread crispy, the korv itself was mediocre. 

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Stockholm had some very special visitors this weekend. Martin and Anil were here for a few days, and naturally wanted to visit Günter’s while they had the chance. 

We agreed to meet at 2 PM, but Anil was running late. Martin and I went ahead and ordered without him (you can’t expect people to be patient in these matters), and found a nice table next to a playground. We both had our usual, currywurst with surkål for Martin, and kabanos with gurmajonäs for me. Both with trocadero, obviously.

When Anil finally arrived Martin had already finished. I faltered about halfway through and didn’t manage to finish mine, so I donated the leftovers to a friendly wasp. 

The boys have gone home, but I’m going to try to arrange some trips to Günter’s in the near future and see if I can revive this blog a little. No promises though.

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After several months of absence, I returned to Günter's today. My sister and her boyfriend joined me in braving the cold weather for some kabanos.  They seemed to enjoy their first visit, but didn't quite express the enthusiasm I would have expected. This might be related to their foolish decision to have coke rather than trocadero with the sausage.  As for me, I feel happier and more content than I have done in a very long time. Perhaps my New Year's resolution will be to never stay away this long again. 

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I forgot to blog about my latest trip to Günter's. We went after work a couple of weeks ago. It was the first time for David, and incidentally the last for Louise before heading off to Germany for a year. I'd like to thinks she's taking part in the local sausage culture, but after having had it described to me by her, I somewhat doubt it.  David thoroughly enjoyed the korv (and so did I, despite what you may believe looking at the above selfie), and finished it twice as fast as the rest of us. 

I really feel like some kabanos now, but I won't get a chance to go this week. Shame. 

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This is Martin and Alba eating korv. I can't remember this happening, but having photos of it on my phone sort of suggests that it did. 

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Martin and I went to Günter’s today, quite probably for the last time together. This obviously made us rather sad, and the lovely Swedish summer weather didn’t help much.  I had a Chorizo, which was nice but not as amazing as the Alpen Wurst or Kabanos. Martin returned to his old ways and had a Currywurst.

When I'm at it, I might as well share some photos from last weeks visit. It was a slightly nicer day, as you can see, and I had a slightly nicer korv. 

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I've realised that it's better to go to Günter's for dinner than for lunch. The queue is shorter, I am hungrier - win win.  Louise came with me today. She had the Paprika wurst, but found it a bit too spicy for her taste. She also found that there was too much of it, and discarded half. This naturally made me cry inside, but I kept that to myself.  We sat in the same spot that Carl and I found the week before, happily ignoring the "private area" sign on the gate. Having a table to eat at is worth living outside the law, honestly. 

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Korv for dinner again. Bad choice of sausage though, too sweet.

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I finally managed to convince Carl to come with me to Günter's. It was a bit chilly, so the queue was extraordinarily short. Robbed of my usual 30 minutes of deliberation, I went for the safest option: Alpen Wurst. 

Carl, being the big show-off that he is, declared that he was having a dubbelkorv. I warned him of course, and told him that a single korv was enough to ruin one's apetite for the rest of the day, but he wouldn't listen. In the end he did finish the whole thing, and claimed to feel fine. He did ask to stay seated awhile after we ate though, so I suspect he might have been a bit more full than he let on.  In addition to the novelty of the dubbelkorv, I also got to witness someone order a vegetarian sausage for the first time. We learned that  double vegetarian sausage actually means four soy sausages in one bun. I doubt the quantity makes up for lack of taste though. 

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This poor blog is being terribly neglected at the moment. Anyway, here's a couple of pictures of me eating a korv the other week. The reason for my sour expression is that gurkmajonäs from a tube can't come close to the gurkmajonäs at Günter's. It was a rather good sausage though. 

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We have had our last trip to Günter's together. The others will soon be returning to their native countries and inferior sausage cultures. I hope that this blog will live on though. Perhaps I can find new friends, who will appreciate the Günter's experience as much as these two. 

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While our recent Günter's trip was a joyful event for the most part, it was clouded by two very tragic circumstances. The lesser of these two was the fact that Martin managed to drop a substantial piece of his sausage on the ground. For those of you who don't know Martin, I can tell you that he's not the kind of person to take loss of korv lightly.  Far worse was Alba's fate, as miscommunication led to her receiving no mayonnaise with her sausage. Some might have a hard time grasping the sheer misery that a lack of mayonnaise can cause. Personally I don't even want to imagine how I would feel, had it happened to me. 

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This week saw our long-awaited return to Günter's. I tried the Alpen wurst for a second time, and feel confident in saying it's the best korv Günter's has to offer.  Perhaps because we were so happy to finally return, our lunch break lasted for several hours. We even made time for dessert. 

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Today, we made wraps. Filled with leftover korv, as well as some other things. 

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We decided to make pizza for dinner tonight. Naturally, I put korv (chorizo, to be precise) on mine. The recipe I used promised the best pizza dough in the world, and I'm inclined to believe it. 

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I had korv for breakfast as well as lunch today. And to be perfectly honest, I had some leftover korv for dinner as well.  I never claimed to have a balanced diet.