Sausage Party

Do you ever find yourself slightly hungover and thinking about rabbit and snake sausage?  On Saturday morning this is exactly where we found our stomaches and thoughts wandering.  Lucky for us, we didn't have to do in the Easter Bunny ourselves because there exists an exotic sausage restaurant right in downtown L.A.

Wurstüche is not the easiest place to find.  We had tried to go there before for some serious sausage eating, but were met with much opposition.  It was a Monday night, which is just a stupid night, and on the way there our Garmin™ malfunctioned and we got lost in the land of one way streets.  The combination of being hungry, lost and having the Monday blues had put us in a pretty foul mood by the time we finally found the joint.  We were greeted by a long line and the prospect of having nowhere to sit, not to mention the fact, that the place was stuffed full of scenesters (a.k.a. one giant scenester sausage).  So we left with our sausages between our legs and did not return until this Saturday.

We headed up to L.A. with our friend Brandon to buy a variety of sausages that we were going to cook ourselves for our sausage party.  We decided to have a sausage party with our friends because what's a good sausage if you can't share it with someone.  This time we found the place pretty easily and parked right in front of the iconic Crazy Gideon's (get your used electronics here).

We had planned to just get the sausages and leave, but while we were in line Brandon started roaming around and discovered that they had opened up a large bar and dining area in the back.  Always thirsty, we headed into the bar to sample some German and Belgian bier.  We didn't really know what we wanted and our bartender was super helpful.  I told her I liked IPA's and she recommended the Houblanchouffe, which was light and slightly sweet.  Bob got the Koestritzer Schwarzbler which was a dark, sweet and malty beer.  They say you can tell a lot about someone by the beer they order and Brandon ordered the Abentinus which was intense and complex and also came in a glass with phallic similarities.  While we were at the bar the bartender and one of the owners, Tyler Wilson, were super personable and helpful and were more than happy to give us recommendations and samples.

After a couple of beers we headed back into the line of people waiting to get stuffed, which was twice as long, but we didn't mind this time because we had a couple of beers in us and some refreshing cucumber water.  After our wait in line came to an end, we were ready to order.  We figured that 8 of their exotic sausages would be enough to at least meet the minimum capacity for a sausage party, if not go over the maximum occupancy and send the sausage elevator crashing to the ground.  We got exotic with the following beautiful sausages:

Roasted Red Pepper & Corn

Green Chillies & Cilantro

Austin Blues

Apricot

Duck & Bacon with Jalapeño Peppers

Rattlesnake & Rabbit with Jalapeño Peppers

Bockwurst

Mango Jalapeño

With a bag full of exotic tube steaks and a great party ahead of us, we headed back to the apartment to embark on a sausage fest.  In attendance were Cooper, Brandon, Melissa, Alex and ourselves.  Armed with a few cases of beer, a sufficient amount of Jameson and our appetites, we were ready to get exotic on some meat.  With Bob at the grill pan laying down the sausage and preparing some peppers and onions the party was underway.

For the sake of brevity, everyone ended up consuming plenty of tubed meat which resulted in moans of pleasure from the mastication of strong and savory flavors overcoming the palette of the revelers at the sausage party.  None in attendance had any complaints about being stuffed with meat, for most it was their first time dancing with rattlesnake and rabbit.  In the consumption of both predator and prey in one divine sausage, the party had reached the sublime and all in attendance were launched into the Dionysian celebration of food and drink.