That Time I Ate a Hotdog in Denmark
So we landed in Copenhagen earlier today and the cultural stuff started immediately.
Matilda walked me straight to a Danish hotdog stand which looked vastly similar to the ones at home. They offered original dogs, what was called French dogs, and burgers. Matilda ordered us two Polse (pronounced pul-sa) hotdogs.
They’re literally foot long naked dogs, bread, and Danish ketchup which was literally tartar sauce. When I went to put the hotdog in bread, Matilda liked to have attacked me. Apparently you dip the bread into ketchup and the dog into the ketchup separately. You never do them together.
Who knew a naked dog in Denmark could be so good?