You never sausage a craving

This worn out old “Schmidt’s Sausage Haus” matchbook, even the picture of Schmidt inventorying his sausage links makes me hungry.

When this stupid virus is tamed, we are talking about making a road trip of epic proportions, and assuming Schmidt’s place recovers, it will be a reason to stop in Columbus, Ohio. It has been in business since 1886, for Pete’s sake. It has, or had, three other locations, but this one appeals to me. Everyone is happy at the German Village.