With Jacob in town and Ryan’s birthday coming up, it was only natural Sunday night turn into a sausage fest. And then after they did that, they picked me up with their friend Anthony, and we headed downtown to Wurstküche.

I kept taking pictures of Ryan with the flash while he was trying to parallel park. Just testing his skills under pressure.

Once we got inside Jacob and Ryan immediately went into ecstasy thinking about the sausage they were about to eat.

So many choices:

Vegetarians–note your three sausage options in the corner. Yes, that corner, directly next to the alligator and pork sausage. You don’t mind, do you?

I tried to take a picture of the cashier cause he looked like my friend Josh, but he immediately suspected my presence and hissed at me with his eyes.

I ordered the vegetarian smoked apple sage sausage with grilled onions and sweet peppers and some fries to share with Jacob. Then I took it upon myself to find the best seat in the house. We looked out on the whole dining hall.

Sasparilla soda:

Apparently I think it’s funny to make this face in pictures:

Saucy:

Anthony ordered the Sante Fe turkey sausage with jack cheese and jalapeño peppers and thought I would never remember that. Which I took as a personal challenge and, clearly, won.

He ordered it with grilled onions, sauerkraut, one red pepper, and one green. Just kidding.

Ryan got what I got–the vegetarian smoked apple sage sausage with yukon gold potatoes. Does anyone else think about Dan Quayle every time they type “potato”?

P.S. RyMac is not a vegetarian, but the veggie sausages here are good enough to be ordered and enjoyed by a meateater.

He got his with onions on top. Maybe too monochromatic for my taste.

Here’s mine, but with sweet peppers added.

Jacob had what I might have ordered if I wasn’t vegan and if I wasn’t freaked out by lamb casing–the apricot and ginger sausage, made of chicken and turkey. Throw in the lamb casing and Ol’ McDonald had a farm.

Here are our sausages next to each other (teehee):

We also split an order of super delicious fries, curry ketchup and tzatziki dipping sauces.

The sausages are vegan, the fries are vegan, and the beers are vegan. Not all dipping sauces are and the bread most likely contains eggs and honey. The sausages are not prepared to strict vegan standards. I didn’t eat the bread since it was not vegan. Ended up with a bun and onions=bunion? Gross.

Still hungry?

Ok, then I have an idea. Let’s drive really far to Ice Pan for ice cream.

I think Jacob got strawberry with bananas and caramel sauce mixed in. What a princess.

He could hardly contain his excitement. Or his ice cream.

Ryan continued on his phallic trajectory for the evening and ordered banana ice cream with bananas mixed in. He’ll take that with a side of tanning bed and a sprinkle of cashmere.

Ryan, you’re never hanging out with me again, are you?

Anthony, I have no idea what you got cause it looks exactly like what Ryan got. You win this round.

He rudely interrupted an illicit sex act in the public restroom. That clue alone should help you determine that Ice Pan is right on Santa Monica Boulevard at La Brea.

My ice cream was kind of awesome. Green tea (made with soy milk) coconuts and strawberries. The girl taking my order adamantly rallied for me to get my coconut mixed in and strawberries on top. I didn’t want them on top. I wanted them mixed in. I am weak and I acceded in fear of an “I told you so” look in the event she was right.

I love these outings when Jacob comes to town. I guess I’m allowed to hang with all the boys because I make more penis jokes than all of them combined. Ryan don’t hate me happy birthday bye.