Eating in France: sushi with baguette – seriously? -Panorama

In the middle of… Paris

Stressed out by the crowds in the Métro and tired from slalom running between the mountains of rubbish on the sidewalks of Paris that weren’t picked up because of the strike, we decide: let’s get sushi and eat in the hotel room. When you pick up the sushi, the seller asks how many baguettes you want. Baguette with sushi? One is actually enough, I say. The sushi is excellent, wasn’t even expensive, but the second time you look, there’s no baguette in the brown paper bag. He must have forgotten, not bad. The riddle will be solved the next day. Visit to the Natural History Museum, the exhibition is about food in the exchange of cultures. A showcase about Asia. Lo and behold: Baguette doesn’t just mean “rod”, as we learned in French class, but also: chopsticks. Oliver Klasen

In the middle of… Monte Carlo

In a city where a tiramisu costs 14 euros and some would pawn their souls to join the yacht club, there is no room for understatement. The ships with imaginative names like synergyYY (yes, in that spelling!) are large. So big that two of them are at the port entrance because the port is too small for them. Not only since films like “Wolf of Wall Street” or “Triangle of Sadness” would one wish the owners a trip in rough seas. They, in turn, have surprisingly simple wishes, at least in culinary terms. A pizza delivery man is standing at the jetty, his shy “Hello?” goes unheard, only the horn attracts the crew. When the six boxes are handed over, it becomes clear that size should not be confused with generosity: the messenger does not get a tip in his hand. John Bauer

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In the middle of … Hanover

In memoriam: visit to the mother and grandmother of the daughters in Hanover. In fact, it was no longer possible to be alone in the apartment. The dementia was too advanced. Which was tragic, but sometimes funny despite all the tragedy. For example, when her teeth were missing. That happened quite often towards the end of her life. Usually the third teeth were found behind the bed, in the toothbrush cup or in other cups or sometimes between flowerpots. But this time it was tricky. Despite an extensive search, the teeth remained missing. A problem, of course, because food shouldn’t always just consist of cake that people like to suck without teeth. After a long search we sat on the sofa and shrugged our shoulders and wanted to go to the dentist to find a replacement. Suddenly she laughs. We found the teeth: in her mouth. Lars Langenau

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