Rosamunde is Always Great

Once a month or so, Ducknik has to get her fix for lunch from Rosamunde Sausage Grill. Here we see Vegan tofu sausages on the top (we'll talk about this later) with a knockwurst underneath; in the line, from left, are two white Neurenberger weisswursts, then a Hungarian, a beer sausage, a merguez (cut in half and grilling on its face) and finally two bratwursts.

It's possible that Plotnik just misidentified every single sausage on that grill. They all taste really good, whatever they are.

The Lower Haight neighborhood is very Fourteenth Street. (That's a Big Shmapple reference. Fourteenth Street in Saint Plotniko does not apply here.) It seems to be resisting gentrification, at least the kind of gentrification that lowers the crime rate. The amount of drunk homeless people and drunk people-with-homes hasn't changed much. Still, it's a cool place to eat because those drunks need to find cheap food.
Indian, Thai, bbq, Mexican, burgers and a sausage shop all on one street, surrounded by bars, junkies, beggars and a lot of fancy hair and nail salons.

OK, why would anyone order a Vegan tofu sausage? And why are the people who order them always women? And why are these women always pierced like dart boards? And why do these women look like they take the Vegan tofu sausages home and serve them with a side order of broken glass and nails?

For the record, for yesterday's lunch Ducknik had a beer sausage with dijon and grilled onions, while Plotnik had the Hungarian with dijon and sauerkraut, plus a giant dill pickle on the side. That pickle always gets cut into fat quarters. Two of the quarters disappear with the sausage sandwiches, and the other two get put into a sour cream-pickle-sherry sauce for yummy Polish pork chops, somewhere down the line.