I shall never understand Currywurst.
Coming from the Caribbean where curry is not only a staple, but an art, the casual dusting of raw curry powder on top of ketchup here strikes me as positively profane and bordering on blasphemous.
Most often served fast food/diner/greasy spoon style with fries (and onions so I hear), Currywurst is beloved by many and has become a German tradition. There is even a -wait for it- Currywurst Museum! And if you think the Currywurst Museum is a museum dedicated entirely to the currywurst then you couldn’t be more RIGHT- it is exactly that! It seems this curried sausage has received quite the cult status in Germany and I highly doubt that this will change in the near future. It’s not odd, after all, for countries to have cherished foods which locals revere with great pride and patriotism but which couldn’t seem odder to outsiders.
While most people seem unable to get enough of currywurst, for this sizzling sister, currywurst is more like the worst curry I’ve ever had. At the same time, while it’s clear that I don’t ‘get’ currywurst, I shall polish off my opinion of it nicely and shelve it in the memorable and honorable annals of weird national dishes along with the French Canadian poutine, the English banger, the American hotdog and perhaps even the Jamaican patty… actually I take that back, I get the Jamaican patty!
Don’t take my word for it though, find out for yourselves! Germany would be glad to have you!