One stall in particular was mobbed with locals waiting for sausage and bread, so I got in line too, figuring that when in Frankfurt, one ought to do as the Frankfurters do. Less than €2 later, I was noshing on the best sausage I'd ever had: it possessed just the right amount of snap in texture, and it had a robust flavor that was nicely foiled with the accompanying mustard's horseradish-y kick. Little did I know I was on queue at Metzgerei Schreiber, one of the city's classic snack stands.
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