Nichole J.
Yelp
Replace the "u" in Wurst with an "o" -- and honestly, that says it all.
I absolutely adore Hermann, MO. It's a sweet little town with all the cozy charm you could want. My husband and I have been stopping here for over 20 years during our military moves across the country. (Side note: He's from Kirksville, so Hermann is basically our unofficial pit stop.) Also, shoutout to Adam Puchta wine -- love that stuff! But I digress... onto the food.
So, I ordered two sausage platters, all served on Styrofoam plates with plastic silverware. And guess what? That gourmet experience set me back a cool $93.00. Can we talk about sticker shock for a minute?
Now, let's get to the "meat" of the matter: Portions sadly small. The sides were basically a large tablespoon.
German potato salad: Surprisingly decent. Potatoes were firm (not mushy), with a nice flavor and a hint of sweetness. I'll give credit where it's due.
Red cabbage: Bland. Like, "did someone forget to invite flavor to the party?" bland.
The sausage: Also bland and oddly firm -- like it was training for a marathon or something. Sauerkaut: - wait for it... came with yellow peppers. Yellow peppers?! Who thought that was a good idea? Maybe to bulk up the portion? Definitely didn't add anything tasty -- just weird vibes.
But the absolute worst part? The ordering process itself. A complete circus that made me question every single life choice I've ever made.
Here's how it went down: We ordered drinks--explained clearly to the cashier what we wanted. Bloody Mary for one, and a Riefenstahler by Adam Puchta for the other. The order then magically gets sent to the bar in the back. So my girlfriend, thinking all was well, goes to the bar to grab her drink. The bartender asks, "Sweet or dry?" She says "sweet," assuming he already knows what she ordered.
Spoiler alert: He did not.
Instead of the Riefenstahler, he hands her a white wine that's definitely not it. When he approaches our table later, I politely inform him, "That's not Riefenstahler." Cue the most ridiculous look you've ever seen -- like he just solved a Rubik's cube for the first time.
He argues, "She said sweet." I remind him, "I told the cashier she wanted Riefenstahler." He doubles down, "She said sweet." I say, "Yes, and Riefenstahler is sweet -- it's been sweet for 20 years. Know your product. Don't argue with customers."
Honestly, it was like 2/3 of a cup of wine -- no biggie to fix. But instead, we got attitude and stubbornness over a glass of wine.
So yeah, if you're craving anything close to good sausage, look elsewhere. Or at least prepare yourself for a sausage that's more "wors" than wurst -- and an ordering process that's a whole different kind of disaster. Did I mention I paid $93.00 for this experience.