2.5.
I felt there was a lot of novelty to be had here between the different sausages and the beer hall set up, but the counter service to tray situation was not my idea of how to eat out but essentially the low rating was because I didn't feel the sausages were any better than something from a hot dog cart on the street.
I had the duck and foie gras sausage and my boyfriend had the kangaroo. They were both just ok. The sausage was very loosely packed and I found myself enjoying the bun and sauerkraut more since they had a lot more flavour than the meat.
I was excited to try the duck fat fries. They were good, but not what I expected: when I make duck fat potatoes at home they have the rich flavour of duck-- no doubt from the pan drippings. I get that they likely use clarified duck fat, but the flavour of them was no different than any other french fry. There was a definite lack of distinctive crunch or crispiness.
I didn't enjoy the wait in line, the ordering at the counter and the seek your own seat. Especially the latter, which was nerve wracking and took me back to high school cafeteria days, trying to pick who to sit with. Communal seating is not a favourite thing of mine, unless I'm actually in a German Beer Hall in Bavaria. But getting to choose who you sit with is far too political an experience to engage in amongst North American strangers on King St. At least for this gal.
Luckily, we sat at the bar proper, and I found some relief from my agoraphobia, claustrophobia and belated high school anxiety in a cider.
Going to look into getting a medical marijuana card now...Wurst was just not my thing.