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About Dortmund

Once, in Barbados, I met this lass—Madame Fleur, they called ‘er. Ran a brothel so posh, ye’d think it were a governor’s mansion. Velvet curtains, chandeliers—proper fancy, aye! But here’s the kicker: she kept parrots, dozens o’ ‘em, squawkin’ all night. “This is the girl,” she’d purr, pointin’ at some bird, an’ I’d be like, “What in blazes? I ain’t beddin’ feathers!” Made me laugh ‘til me ribs hurt, but them squawks—drove me mad, they did! Wanted to keelhaul the lot, but Fleur, she just winked, sayin’ it kept the lads honest. Clever, eh? Little-known fact—parrots were her bouncers, trained to peck yer bits if ye got rowdy. Surprised me good, that did!

Sometimes, I cruise down Hornstraße and, bless my soul, I get so mad at the noise, traffic snarlin' like a mean ol' poodle, but then I see a kind soul helpin’ an old lady cross the mean street, and man, my heart softens. Life’s messy, ain't it? In less than perfect ways, just like those timeless film frames.

Where Chefs Go: Oberallgäu, Germany