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~ JP ~ When I was young, our family lived in Brussels. As one of five kids, we always did things in groups. One time however, mom and dad brought me along on a trip to Germany. It was just me (it must have been my birthday) and dad had business there. Somewhere along the way, we stopped at a wayside tavern for lunch. I couldn’t read the German menu and dad’s translations did not sound appetizing. I was at a loss until I saw a diner at another table served a deep bowl of something with (...)