What a Sauerkraut he turned out to be.
Doesn't the lazy tw@ know how to boil an egg or two and some little garlicy sausages out of tin, slice some cheese, ham and salami, put some butter on a few slices of crusty roll and boil a kettle to make a coffee? Pumpernickel might not be widely available but hell, just burn some brown toast, it's close enough.
Hell, it would only take about 10 minutes to do that lot, he'd have had it sorted, eaten and the plates washed before he'd found anywhere to park while looking for a German/Polish/European caff that sold the bloody stuff. He could have bought all that stuff at any supermarket (has he never heard of Lidl and Aldi ffs?) and there's enough European corner shops around now too. Just ask the Poles, they bought most of them off the Asians.
I guess if his Mutti wasn't around to prepare it for him, the poor sod would have been clueless.
Or did he live in a bloody hotel all the time he was here? Couldn't he find the restaurant there then of a morning (or the canteen at Canalside)? He could have just gone to a local junior school and cadged a bowl of cornflakes or wheatybangs out of our PFP funds while signing the autographs.
Got to love these people that go abroad for a few weeks/months and refuse to integrate, you'll be telling me next he holidays in Majorca ...... oh, hang on a minute.