Once upon a time I fell madly in love with a beautiful princess in a fairy-tale town (Werden, to be exact, on the banks of the Ruhr, exactly midway between Essen and Düsseldorf on the S6 line). Now she had a son just beginning his undergrad career at the Technische Hochschule (long since Universität, so you can see how very long ago this was...) Aachen. So one warm day in late May, or was it early June? I ventured down to that famous town to visit him. It turns out that one of the most pleasant things to do in the entire universe is to sit in the sunshine outside one of the pubs at the top of the Munsterplatz and look down at the cathedral, drinking some of the best beer in the world, watching all the college kids having a good time.
[I was just learning German at the time, and my medieval history has never been good, two faults which compounded when I read an inscription inside the cathedral, linking it to "Karl der Grosser"... "huh," I thought, "can't remember any Karl the Great in European history" Duh.]
The next morning, must have been a Saturday, Dismas took me out to a wonderful market, a farmer's market sort of thing, over the border in Nederland, toward Maastricht. "We need to stop at the fish man first" he said, and so we did. In the very front of the fish man's place (I'd swear we were outdoors or in a tent--it's been a looonnng time), was a barrel, filled nearly to the brim with shining wonderful looking small fish. "It's the new crop of herring" the fish man said, and with that swooped one onto a plate and gave it to me.
Changed my life.
There is nothing in the culinary world to match a fresh matjes right out of the barrel, early in the season. Sweet, oily, rich, fishy in the best possible way. Oh lordy lordy.
So we bought some, a bit of vinegar, and some sweet onions. Spent the afternoon feasting.
I soon learned that an excellent place to be in June is Köln, esp. in the Hintergarten of one particular tiny Gaststatte, on the Breitestraße just inside the Hohenzollering, where they know exactly what to do with matjes, and their onions are always just right, and the kolsch is prefectly fresh and at the precisely correct temperature.
Why is there no matjes an America? or, if there is, why haven't I been able to find it???
Geo
Sooo, you like wine and are looking for something good to read? Maybe
*this* will do the trick!
