We arrived in Rambin famished so as soon as we’d parked our bikes and dumped our bags, we set out in search of food.
Our holiday cottage was located on Hauptstrasse, or “Main Road.”
Such terms are, of course, relative.
The street did boast a bakery, which was shut when we arrived and appeared to sell little more than herring sandwiches anyway.
The other option was the farmers’ market a few doors down. LSB and I had been hoping for a hearty meal to round off our day of travel misadventure with Deutsche Bahn.
Housed in an expansive building with traditional roofbeams, and featuring several aisles of attractively packaged products, it would surely satisfy our needs.
But the more we browsed, the more we encountered the same word: Sanddorn.
It was printed on jam jars, bottles, tins and boxes.
“What is Sanddorn?” I asked.
LSB wasn’t sure either but we agreed that we recognised it from a health-food context and that its properties were generally considered benign.
We didn’t have an Internet connection, so it wasn’t until the next day that we learnt that Sanddorn was in fact: buckthorn – a regional specialty which grows on chalk cliffs and promises to cure all kinds of bodily ailments.
We didn’t exactly fancy a meal of over-priced condiments and sauces anyway so we decided to find an alternative eatery.
We’d passed a few signs advertising a “Pirate Restaurant” on the way to Rambin.
We weren’t sure whether it served anything vegetarian but figured it’d be a safe bet for a plate of chips.
The signs led us through a little row of houses somewhat off the beaten track.
Every few hundred meters we’d encounter another large arrow pointing in the direction of the pirate restaurant.
After walking for about 20 minutes though, we began to suspect we’d gone wrong somewhere.
Then, finally, we spotted another sign.
Nailed to a fence it read: “PIRATE RESTAURANT – 6 KILOMETERS.”
Displeased and with our stomachs growling, we made our way back to the farmers’ market.
That evening, safely ensconced in our cottage on Hauptstrasse, we feasted on a meal of bread and buckthorn mustard.