Sausage and Spaetzle

The Voyage Home with a Layover Lunch

In Europe, Food Tripping by Daryl & Mindi Hirsch2 Comments

Our vacation was over.

Or was it?

We had concluded our visit to Lyon, the French countryside, and London. But, in our minds, the trip still had one full day left – a day of driving, flying and more foreign exploration.

You see, five years ago, on our Honeymoon, we flew to Portugal by way of Frankfurt, Germany. The Frankfurt Airport, with its Central European location and being the Lufthansa hub, is a fairly common layover spot. We thought that our multi-hour layover would be fairly routine. However, as walked through the gigantic, sterile international terminals, we discovered various cultural (and food) treasures. Aside from the usual duty free shops, we found food emporiums filled with various delicious pastries and a copious amount of long sausages wrapped in oval shaped rolls

“Boy, they really enjoy hot dogs here in Frankfurt,” we exclaimed stupidly.

“Ahhh, Frankfurters!!,” we both shouted in laughter.

We have found all sorts of little culinary curiosities in airports throughout the world – Guinness at 6am at the Aer Lingus terminal in Dublin, fresh pasta served cafeteria style in Rome Fiumicino, Bi Bim Bop in stone bowls in Seoul Icheon and hanging ducks in Hong Kong International.

After our flight out of Lyon, we were scheduled to have a long layover in Frankfurt and, needless to say, we were excited to eat Frankfurters in Frankfurt again.

Our day started way too early. Unthinkingly, we had somehow booked a 6am flight out of Lyon to Frankfurt. As we drove to the Lyon Airport in the dark of the night, we started to think that we wouldn’t find the after-hours area and the lock box. We had picked the car up at the train station, so we had no point of reference for returning the car at the airport. The only person to ask for directions couldn’t speak English, and we started to feel like we were a bumbling couple on an episode of The Amazing Race. Luckily, we had given ourselves extra time, and we eventually found the return spot and hopped on the airport bus.

Upon our 4:00 am arrival at the Lyon Airport, the gate agent informed us that our return flight tickets to Philadelphia had been voided and there was nothing that he could do to help us. Our first inclination was to raise a royal stink. Long story short, we stayed calm and were able to work things out and get on the plane. Lesson learned: beware of discount booking agents like cheap

After our short but comfortable flight to Frankfurt, we started looking for frankfurters. None were to be found, perhaps because it was too early. So, we parked at Starbucks for an opportunity to recharge ourselves with caffeine and our phones and tablets with electricity.

Two hours passed, and we decided it was time to find the hot dogs. There were pastries and sandwiches galore, but alas no hot dogs. We had to settle for sharing sausage and spaetzle, which was not exactly a hardship. We ended our lunch with a tasty pastry, of course.

Sausage and Spaetzle Layover Lunch

Sausage and Spaetzle

The rest of our journey was uneventful The Lufthansa flight to Philadelphia was way more comfortable and had better food and service than any domestic airline would have offered. Daryl’s parents picked us up, and we went to our favorite Chinatown spot, Sang Kee, for dinner. It was a long day, for sure, but a fun day of airport exploration and a transcontinental flight.

Stay tuned for future posts about our adventures in Philadelphia as well as upcoming trips to Montreal, Tokyo and the Pacific Northwest…

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  1. I wonder if Frankfort has French fries to go along with their franks. I’m sure they have local items as you mentioned. To me there’s nothing like Nathan’s fries to go along with their franks.

  2. How about a Hebrew National hotdog on a really good bun with all the trimmings? Once upon a time in Philadelphia, there was a wonderful famous hotdog restaurant near South Street. My Dad took us there quite often, and he would tell me stories about when he was a boy and took the trolley to Levis’s for a hotdog and their famous birch beer, The whole day cost him a quarter. Do any of you remember Levis’s or any other famous Philadelphia restaurants in days gone by?

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