“A good schnitzel has to dance in the clarified butter until it bubbles,” says Lutz Bornhöft, as the fat squirts out of the pan directly onto the gas station’s lifting platform. We are in a place from a long time ago. Here it smells of lubricating oil and tire wear, of melted butter and meatballs with onions.
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