Soon I’ll be moving on from Europe. My Shengen visa runs out in a little over two weeks. After a brief stop back in Munich, I’ll be spending the rest of my time in Lesvos, Greece doing my best to contribute to the refugee crisis by volunteering my time. You can expect that some of my upcoming posts might get a little more serious in nature, so I decided to have one more random bit of fluff before that happens.

I’ve eaten a lot of great food! For a synopsis and reviews of some of that food, please refer to my first article on the subject:

My Inner Anthony Bourdain #1

Tiramisu! I mentioned to someone I was staying with that I like tiramisu and while I was out, SHE MADE IT FOR ME. That’s amazing. People are amazing.
An Israeli restaurant in Munich called Nana served these incredible dishes. On the left is hummus with ground lamb and on the right is green shakshuka, which is a slightly spicy spinach/tomato concoction with two fried eggs on top. The two small bowls in the middle are a beet salad and a really smoky babaganoush. All of this served with a bunch of pita bread, of course.
This salad is red cabbage and rocket with duck pate on top and cranberry sauce on the side. Pears and carrots for color/garnish. Pate isn’t my favorite texture, but it was pretty good.
This “salad” is roast potatoes and beef with feta cheese on top and a few vegetables and leaves to make you feel like you’re eating healthy. On the side were three sauces: cranberry sauce, mustard aoli, and guacamole.
Oh man. I love Glühwein. Like, a lot. I like it a lot. You might know it as mulled wine. Here it is served in a cute, little boot. There’s also a variation with a small platform on the side of the mug where you put a sugar cube, then pour a shot of rum over it and light the sugar on fire. When you add those extra ingredients, it’s called Feuerzangenbowle.
On Thanksgiving this year, I was in Cork, Ireland. I was the only American around who had any desire to celebrate and I couldn’t find roast turkey, so I just decided to treat myself to something delicious. This is duck confit salad on top of roast potatoes (with a Guinness, of course).
Full Irish breakfast! I’d eat this every day. Toast, baked beans, bacon, sausage, fried eggs, roasted tomato, mushrooms, a slice of black pudding and a slice of white pudding. These “puddings” are actually slices of pork blood sausage with pork fat, pork bits, and wheat rusk inside. White pudding is the same thing with no blood.
Holy crap. This is the best breakfast I’ve had since the morning I left Washington state. Gooey scrambled eggs with spinach, dried tomatoes, paprika, and a middle eastern sauce that reminded me a lot of salsa. Buried somewhere somewhere under all that goodness are two slices of delicious wheat bread. On the right side of the plate you’ll find a big bowl of pulled pork.
When in London, fish and chips is kind of a thing. It’s a thing you’re supposed to do. So I did it. It was good. I enjoyed myself. I’m sure there are other chippers that can outdo this one, but I have a hard time believing it could be that much better than what I can find at home in the Pacific Northwest.
Bakeries in Europe outdo the US by a longshot though. I had a delicious cannoli from this sweets shop in Amsterdam.
Pistacchio baklava. Yum! I’m going to get so fat.
In Amsterdam, there are a bunch of shops serving this monstrosity. It’s a hot dog with a pizza on top. I had to try it so I got this one with mozzarella and diced, thick cut bacon. It was amazing in concept, but disgusting in practice. I think it could be done better, and I’m excited to get home and try to perfect the concept.
Amsterdam also has a chain called Febo, with this wall of vending machines. Put your coins in and press the button and you can open the door to Delicioustown. Pictured is a croquette, the best drunk food ever invented.
This is a breakfast bagel sandwich I had in Copenhagen at a place called iBagel. Fried egg, turkey bacon, and all the appropriate vegetables. I do love a good bagel sandwich.
Copenhagen: A friend pointed out a place called American Pie Company that he had been to on a previous trip. As much as I hate to be the typical American in an American shop, he swore it was amazing so we went in. I had my first and possibly only pumpkin pie of the year with a high quality cup of coffee. It was a great lunch.
A throwback from Lübbenau that I forgot to post in volume 1! The menu was in German and I could mostly read it, but had a few gaps. Still, I’m kind of a trash compactor and I’ll eat anything, so being surprised is not usually an issue. I ordered a chicken burger with pumpkin, which sounded interesting and seasonal. I thought it would be a burger with a bun and pumpkin and chicken between the buns, but it was roasted pumpkin instead of buns! It had to be eaten with a knife and fork. I actually really enjoyed it, but it was not a burger and therefore I do not believe it should have been in the burger section of the menu.

So there you have it! A bunch more food! You’re probably really hungry now. So am I!

Tomorrow I’m flying to Greece. I’m a little worried, but I’ve got a strong will and I’m as ready as I’m ever going to be. Wish me luck.