Delicious, delicious pork, how I love thee.

On my way back from Rome, I had a three hour layover in Frankfurt.  I decided to make the most of my short stay in Germany and stopped at the Erster Wiener stand where I was faced with a tough call: sausage? bratwurst? frankfurter? bockwurst? currywurst? chicken? pork? beef?  

I ultimately decided on a bratwurst, made my purchase, and walked over to the the lounge.  As I checked in, the lounge attendant looked, with disdain, at my cardboard plate holding the bratwurst, roll, mustard packet and a plastic knife.

"You're bringing your own food in?" she asked.

Well, I call that cheek.  

"Yes," I replied. "This is the last fresh pork I will see until Christmas and I'm not letting it pass me by.  I might even get another on the way to my plane."

Then I proudly marched into the lounge, filled a beer stein up with Diet Coke, and settled in for a delicious meal.