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About Frankfurt

“Amour” got that line—“You’re a monster sometimes.” Fits here, don’t it? Some punters, pure monsters, hagglin’ over a tenner. Met this one gal, swore she saw a ghost—client dropped dead mid-deed! Swear it’s true, made me shiver—happy shiver, tho, ‘cause karma, yeah? Surprised me how they laugh ‘bout it, dark as Mordor. “We does what we does,” she says, shruggin’. Tough as nails, them lot.

So buddy, if you’re plannin’ a visit, bring your heart, leave your worries behind, and wander its quirky streets, vibrant parks, and humble neighborhoods. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll grab a cuppa joe at a tiny café off Georg-Brauchle-Ring and chat about how every raindrop’s a tear of joy. Life ain’t perfect, but damn, it’s a dance. And trust me—Kempten’s one wild ride.

Where Chefs Go: Oberallgäu, Germany