The final day in Germany was all about one thing—grilled sausage. After two weeks of boiled versions and currywurst experiments, I wanted the real thing: smoky, simple, and straight off the grill.
(If you missed the previous post, you can read it here → Day 18 – Berlin TV Tower & Decathlon: Final Day in Germany)
Morning Mission: The Sausage Quest
Woke up at 9 a.m. and headed to Wochenmarkt Winterfeldtplatz, a local farmers market my Airbnb host recommended.
I’d eaten several sausages during my trip, but most were boiled, not grilled. The currywurst I’d tried earlier—chopped sausage topped with ketchup and curry powder—was good but oddly sweet. Today’s goal was to find the authentic version: a grilled sausage with nothing extra.
Breakfast was a leftover banana—budget travel habit still going strong.
The Winterfeldtplatz Market
From my place, I walked one station’s distance along the U2 line. The market was easy to spot—organized stalls, clean layout, and a very local crowd.
No pushy souvenir sellers here. Just everyday Berliners shopping for fruit, cheese, bread, and meat.
There were stalls selling olives, honey, handmade cakes, and freshly baked bread.
Fish vendors were rare—only one sold fresh fish, the rest dried.
With limited cash left, I skipped shopping and just wandered, soaking in the smell of grilled meat and chatter in German.
Finally: A Real Grilled Sausage Burger
There were two sausage stalls. I chose one almost randomly and ordered a grilled sausage burger—€4.5.
It came with sauerkraut between the bread.
Unlike the sharp acidity you get in Japan, this sauerkraut was mild and clean-tasting.
The sausage itself was light, almost like venison. I had no idea what type I’d picked, but it turned out perfect. Finally, a real grilled Bratwurst—simple, smoky, and worth the wait.
Afternoon: Library & Alexanderplatz
After lunch, I stopped briefly at the library I’d visited the day before, then went to Alexanderplatz for one last walk through Berlin’s city center.
Street musicians played near Neptune Fountain, and kids ran through the square—one even got splashed by the fountain’s spray.
Before leaving, I visited Anjoy Pastry, a café near the station, and tried their cheesecake.
Beautiful presentation, rich flavor, but steep at €8 per slice.
Even in Tokyo, patisseries show more mercy on the price. Still, it was worth it.
Wrap-Up
This marked the end of my Germany trip.
Currywurst, farmers markets, grilled sausages, libraries, and overpriced cake—each showed a different side of Berlin life.
Visiting places where locals actually go, like Winterfeldtplatz, gave me a much deeper impression of the city than any museum could.
Takeaway:
Berlin’s flavor isn’t found in fancy restaurants—it’s in markets, street stalls, and small everyday scenes where the city feels real.
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