Whilst Dee and Jules play videogames downstairs, I sit in a beanbag in my makerspace and contemplate the various hardware projects that I would like to complete over the next couple of years.
en francais, mit Deutsche if we really wanted it, but no anglais. So we ordered pretty much at random — although we could have a pretty good guess at salade/salat, there was no real way to know that “Ros bif” was neither “roast” nor “beef”, but rather a third thing altogether: cheval.
I looked it up when we got to Austria. Yep, I ate horse for dinner. It was delicious, in case anyone is wondering.
That night, before our train, we tried another local dish: sauerkraut for two, with a strong German influence. It was basically just a whole plate of meat with a little pickled cabbage! (Damien, maybe you can scan your postcard and put it up somewhere — it was almost exactly as portrayed.)
Some more photos of Strasbourg:
With more photos of Strasbourg on Flickr.