You know Wurstküche. You love Wurstküche. Exotic, succulent sausage and endless German beer in the Arts District—these aren’t the sorts of things you complain about.
Except for those nights when, say, you’re in Venice. It’s rush hour. There’s no way in hell you’ll make it anywhere near Downtown.
In which case you’ll want to come here: the long-awaited Wurstküche Venice, officially soft-opening Thursday night.
Basically, you’ll feel like you’re inside the original, only... farther west. So yes, you’ll see a bunch of brick and concrete housing exotic sausages that involve rattlesnake, alligator and rabbit. And yes, you can grab them from a takeout-friendly counter in a small room just off the street. Or find some seats in the cavernous hall of communal tables next door, where you’ll enjoy your sausage/neighbors and one of more than 50 beers like Duchesse de Bourgogne, a tangy red ale.
And you’ll notice this one’s a bit bigger than the original—and it’s got an inviting little greenhouse-y situation in one corner, almost like a quiet(er) front porch to get you away from the crowds, with a bunch of windows whose upper panes are missing.
Because all you’ve ever asked for is a sausage greenhouse.
Except for those nights when, say, you’re in Venice. It’s rush hour. There’s no way in hell you’ll make it anywhere near Downtown.
In which case you’ll want to come here: the long-awaited Wurstküche Venice, officially soft-opening Thursday night.
Basically, you’ll feel like you’re inside the original, only... farther west. So yes, you’ll see a bunch of brick and concrete housing exotic sausages that involve rattlesnake, alligator and rabbit. And yes, you can grab them from a takeout-friendly counter in a small room just off the street. Or find some seats in the cavernous hall of communal tables next door, where you’ll enjoy your sausage/neighbors and one of more than 50 beers like Duchesse de Bourgogne, a tangy red ale.
And you’ll notice this one’s a bit bigger than the original—and it’s got an inviting little greenhouse-y situation in one corner, almost like a quiet(er) front porch to get you away from the crowds, with a bunch of windows whose upper panes are missing.
Because all you’ve ever asked for is a sausage greenhouse.
