In an attempt to redeem our reputation, somewhat sullied by reviewing high-concept over-priced pabulum served in the dark, the European Bureau of Offbeat Eats has attempted to get back in touch with the culinary roots of this blog. Although we at the European bureau can’t really compete with Los Manjares de Pepe after a hot day of dropping things out of airplanes, the least we can do is find a decent hot dog in continental Europe. As sometimes happens, you may find yourself on the scenic route from Flensburg (in the northern German region of Schleswig Holstein) to Sønderborg, Denmark. If you haven’t had your fill of herring and potatoes in Flensburg, you might be able to fill in the cracks with one of the better hot dogs on this side of the Atlantic.
As the correspondent responsible for introducing the proprietor of this fine blog to such London culinary delights as the Regency Café (home of the world’s finest bacon roll) and the well regarded St John Bread and Wine (ditto Queen of Puddings), I feel it is my culinary duty to write about my latest culinary adventure in London. The experience demands a review in this blog, even if I am a bit prolix. My wife and I were part of birthday party group dining at the curious and peculiar restaurant Dans le Noir.