Last week I was all hot and bothered for this week's Krautastic Tuesday topic...and here I sit on the following (ahem) Wednesday without an entry.
So...that hot-to-trotty entry will wait another week. In its stead, here's a mini-krauty two-parter that's semi-related to the topic I was so worked up about.
Warm Brüder is a German slang term for a homosexual male. It's quite endearing when translated...it literally means warm brother...perhaps implying that man-to-man action is purely accidental:
"Gerhardt and I were so cold sleeping in separate beds. We got in bed together to keep warm...and the next thing we knew...we were shopping for matching his-and-his towels and setting up house on Nollendorfplatz."
So, the next time you're out and about and need to greet a German, kindly ask:
"Bist du ein Warm Brüder?"
As for part two of this mini-entry that's rambling on to full-size...it has to do with something near and dear to my heart: kraut.
I have been craving sauerkraut lately...I'm not sure why. I did eat some on a disturbingly large hot dog a few weeks ago at the Brooklyn Diner in Times Square. I ordered the diner's famous hot dog...which turned out to be insanely pornographic. I had to cut it down to thirds - I
was afraid of looking like I was trying to give head to John Holmes in front of a restaurant full of little old ladies and gents.
I nearly asked the waiter:
"Do you have the needle-dick version of this hot dog? This one's a little too girthy."
The kraut, however, was slammin'.