Horst could be very nice. He could gush and charm and make his diners feel a million Deutschmarks. His regular customers at the exclusive Berlin eatery were his friends, his reward, his mealticket.
But the other side to Horst was dark, hostile and ‘some’ said even murderous... but that ‘some’ never seemed to hang around the area too long. Rumours stopped almost as quickly as they’d started.
But none would deny the quality of the food he created, especially his sausages. He claimed that he put his soul into every single wurst.
Not strictly true... but they definitely had body.
Christopher almost 3 years ago
Yikes! He ain't Horsting around, is he?
Very funny series, Neville. Can we expect more?
Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
I hope so... working on it! Thanks Christopher.