what a slab of ox shit that itinerary is. If and when you DO actually go for the sausages, it is undertaken with something well beyond humble, toned-down indulgence: it's something quite the more akin to eating what is wrongly termed "sausages" served to you by someone who is wrongly termed an "international" or "cosmopolitan" citizen of the world, as most likely he/she has rarely eaten anything even remotely different from beanpaste soup or pickled vegetables.
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