We walked the few hundred metres into the Schantze district, a rather bohemian neighbourhood with many roadside bars cafeterias and restaurants, many were already reaching capacity. We hadn't walked far before we came across an abandoned cinema, long since forgotten by the movie industry but not by the large number of squatters that moved in when the flicks moved out.
Not far from the squat we encountered a currywurst vendors, one of the most prevalent and popular fast-food type outlets in the city but, for me, too sanitised and sterile with no character. They were, however, doing a brisk trade. I opted not to eat at the curiously named Shmitt's Foxy Food as we were due at Geraldo's grill shortly so we wandered further into the district.
As we stood at a cross roads deciding which road to take a chorus of shouts came from behind me. Spinning round I witnessed the legendary 'Bier bus'. A group, very popular with stag parties, sit and all pedal as they drink and the driver steers them through the streets of Hamburg.
We ran out of road without encountering any further currywurst emporiums and decided to head on to Geraldo's barbecue. On the way back to the car I spotted a rather curious yet amusing advertisement on a street wall.
After a brief drive through the city we arrived at Geraldo's, he was preparing his newly constructed grill for its, literal, baptism by fire. Unfortunately, after a promising start the fire faded and despite Geraldo's best efforts he was unable to rekindle the embers sufficiently to cook the rest of meat. The steaks, which were cooked, were very, very tasty and well worth the wait.
When the sun finally sank below the horizon the air took on a chilly edge, with so many young children present it was time for bed, as it were. Speaking with one of the guests she gave a brilliant suggestion, I checked it out a few minutes ago and it looks like a red hot tip.
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