I wish I were German

I prefer sausages over burgers. Frankly, burgers bore me. They taste more or less the same, but more important, you eat it like a sandwich, which is boring. Now, battling a big, fat sausage wedged in a bun that's usually, inexplicably small by comparison, and balancing a hundred condiments on top without getting any on your nose or cheeks is an entirely different matter.

Last weekend, I finally had the chance to try the burger and sausage stall at The Rocks Market that's attracting people by the droves. Undoubtedly, the crack and sizzle of fat and smell of onions caramelizing are the stall's best advertisement. I'd been looking forward to my sausage the whole day that as of 2pm when I arrived, I hadn't eaten a single thing.

I got a lamb and rosemary sausage sandwich, pictured below.

Before I get to the meat, let me praise the bread. The baguette is absolutely delicious. I liked its tough, crusty texture which went well with the juicy onions. The lamb sausage was smoky and not over-peppered which I don't like. I didn't have a hard time biting the sausage off because it's sliced in pieces. It's surprisingly soft, too, and you can see that it's crumbled meat, not processed. I asked one of the guys which sauce would be nice with the sandwich, and he recommended the homemade sweet chili sauce. I wish I put more of the sauce, but I was afraid of it ending up all over me instead.

My friend got the angus beef steak burger, and he was disappointed that the beef was medium rare. Everytime he took a bite he had to stop walking to concentrate on cutting the meat with his teeth, and so as not to spill other ingredients in the process. I couldn't help imagining him eating a steak off a plate that way.

If only the stall also offered beer, it would've been a great way to internalize having German roots. As a side note, I should be writing an essay instead of blogging. Now I'm hungry.