The first time I noticed Herman Ze German was when my boyfriend spotted E! presenter Giuliana Rancic long leggedly walking out of the Villiers Street branch clutching a sausage. If someone that weight conscious was tucking into one of these, then it must be worth it.
Herman has recently opened on Old Compton Street, conveniently near my office, so I decided to give it a go. I have a strange fondness for sausages (sounds weird, go with me) because, although I myself didn’t eat a lot of them growing up, my mother owned a sausage shop in Sydney before I was born. It sounded fantastic. It was called The Sydney Sausage Company and had every flavour possible and even had a write up in Vogue Living. So, with that and my Austrian roots in mind, there’s something about the wurst that gets me. Everytime.
I have been many, many times to Herman in the last month. Call it research if you like. I will get the negative out of the way fast; I didn’t like the chicken schnitzel. It was chewy, a little overcooked and just not a good blend. Phew, that was hard. I feel like I’m bitching about a good friend! I want to overlook this because I’m trying to see this in a similar way to when you order pasta in a pizza place. It’s not going to be as good as the pizza. Pizza is why you are there. So, with Herman, the reason you are there is for the wurst.
I chose the chilli beef wurst. This is a mixture of beef and pork, with a little heat too. All of the wursts are grilled to retain flavour. I would also like to add that all the meat is imported from a village in The Black Forest in Germany and is ALL free range. Their sausages are all gluten free too. Asked if I wanted to add sauerkraut and onions (crispy ones) I said yes, clearly! A little ketchup too. I have to warn you though, once you start eating these, you will not be able to stop. They are bloody amazing. The sausage is cooked to perfection, the taste is just incredible and what they have really got right on the money is the bread. It’s not a hot dog bun, it’s not french bread, but it’s somewhere in between. It’s perfection. There’s a slight crunch when you pierce through the sausage skin and your mouth will then flood with taste, then a little spice, it’s pure genius. The sauerkraut adds a touch of sour and the crispy onions, a dash of sweet. It’s the recipe for success and I shall now start working my way down the entire menu from here on out.
I also tried the potato salad and the fries. The former is good, easy to eat, mildly creamy, but not out of this world (remember I grew up on the stuff and am also a food snob) and the fries are really spot on. They don’t steal the glory but they complement the main attraction instead, kind of like Jennifer Garner at this year’s Oscars, she couldn’t steal the limelight from Ben, but had to be good enough to be on his arm. You get me.
33 Old Compton Street, London, W1D 5JU