We had one shot at a typical Tyrolean dish in Innsbruke, Austria. We had 3 hours before our train left and somehow(!) found a brewpub. I ordered a Cheesey-knudel thing, Ruth ordered something else (I wasn't listening) and asked if we could share. Sure I said. Then this plate of not 1 but 3 wursts was placed in front of her. Luckily, Fiona was under the table and was willing to help finish this massive meal.
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