If you’re in Seattle’s University District and you’re hungover, German, or maybe just looking to get your Fat American on, Shultzy’s is the joint. The sausage house is down the street from the UW campus, and really fits my idealized cliche of what a real American college bar in 2013, with Huskies banners and giant beers and a pair of dudes sitting next to us talking about being disappointed in/sympathetic to Obama.
There’s no use fluffing around with the burgers or chicken wings - Shultzy’s is a sausage house, and so it’s sausage one must order, dammit. The Bratwurst plate is served on a bed of sauerkraut with a warm potato salad and big ass pretzel. As someone from the prairies and sporting the Bohemian moniker of Ludwig, these were not unfamiliar flavours but they were done just right, and a satisfying plate of food this is indeed.
Note: We shared it. Look at it, it’s freakin huge.
The menu also boasts about having the “best fries in the universe” or something so we got an order, American-izing them with a cheese fondue. I don’t know if these hold a universe-spanning title, but these were really fucking good in a heart-stopping, let’s-have-salad-for-dinner kind of way.
Sitting on the table is an impressive mustard selection. I could have done with a little more diversity, but these sufficed. A sausage, after all, is only as good as the mustard that brings it to life. Danke schoen.