I was worried about finding good vegetarian food in Hamburg. In a land of currywurst and schnitzel, I had resigned myself to the fact that 48 hours in Hamburg would mean 48 hours of sauerkraut. Yet, how wrong I was. “And for you, madam?” the waitress asked, expectantly. We had just sat down for our first lunch in Hamburg and all eyes were on me. My husband had already made his choice – some kind of pork meat with potatoes and vegetables on the side. Now it was my turn. My mind flashed back to hundreds of meals out with carnivores… View Post