Like, what is this stuff???

There is no such thing as Swiss meat without the Appenzellers getting involved. Now, I gave my chewing muscles a true pilates work-out when attacking this Berg-Mostbröckli. I still have no idea what it was. I however know that it was overpriced and could be replaced by seasoned rubber cords.







Yes, that's right, the 'Zellers again. After being very disappointed of yet another lactic-acid-in-the-jaw-muscles episode, I read that "peal not edible". With that being fixed, the Pantli was great! Truly, like taking a bite straight out of a living acorn grazing pig on the Swiss highlands. Try it!








Kerns slogan "Mehr als nur Fleisch" left me wondering what actually was in these things? Probably, I will get these again, it seems that the square sausages are becoming fashionable and also, they had a special crunch going.

When buying a "specialty" peace of meat in Zürich, you can count on that the price will be hiked up about 700 feet/h. You can also count on that about 50% of all crazy meats are very, very chewy. And no, it did not get less chewy when I fried it. Some parts of this should be labelled "not edible". I have suppressed the fact that Dachsener Rauchfleish may mean smoked dog.

Don't ask me what this is. I bought it only because it was insanely expensive - so expensive, that it comes with its own cutting board. If you buy this one, then cut it thinly. Very thinly. Not because it is expensive, I think you know why.Take a guess; was it chewy?
To answer the question, I think I may still have a piece lodged between my incisors. I will give a small plus for the peppery taste.

Ah yes, the salami showdown. Italy's Rapellino Classico versus the Hungarians Pick (slightly unfortunate name in the ears of Scandinavians). Hands down: Pick takes it home! The Hungarians will make you hungry for this smoky salami. It is absolutely not chewy. In fact, it almost falls apart in you mouth, like salami powder. Rapellino is not far behind, but lacks its own chutzpah, although it does have a nice and soft forrest-ish taste. Both go very well for that evening no carb snack.

PurPur - clubbing for foreigners

Or so it seemed last Saturday, when the doors had opened at PurPur in central Zürich and the boring "lounge" sofas were removed (see picture). Music was a formidable mixture provided by DJ Mish with "Mish Mash" Tracks, including remixes of Doctor Pressure and Insomnia (by Faithless, not nose job David); where house and hip hop came together in harmony. And it was free - however, the heat was on max and water costs 6.50 CHF (food for a week in some countries).

If you go here, make sure there are no lounge sofas. Death to lounge.
http://www.purpurzurich.ch/

The last train to Paris...

... for Piddly-Diddly Puff, aka Diddy (or did he?) and further facetiousness. The album is more low key than the usual confidence blimp that normally hoovers over the artist formerly known as Puff Daddy. Instead, 1 hour and a few minutes of nothing extravagant but a good track with the no-nonsense title "ass on the floor" - if this was inspired by his late-night trips to Paris, we can only speculate, but most likely this was the case. Don't miss Justin Timberlake making all sorts of crazy innuendos and references in "Shades". Other than that? Fesljummen, as the Swedes would say.

Black, rebel and in a motorcycle club

Beating the Devils tattoo apparently means making great music lasting over one whole hour. The sound personifies dark leather jackets and punk haircuts, possibly in Mohawk style. With 16 songs, already the first "Beat the Devils Tattoo" who christened the album sets the rock hard standard, significantly influencing the ceiling-orientated direction of my thumb.

Highly recommended for listening while driving on a highway, and, (if possible) whilst ignoring the hailing police officer behind you by turning up the volume.