It was my fifth goose in five days, and I was slowly getting tired of worse than average birds. In fact I would have been happy not to have any goose at all, but visiting the fine wine town of Rust I suddenly found myself surrounded by at least six restaurants serving goose, and the temptation was just too big. Besides, I remember eating goose at Römerzeche at least twice before, and I have had no bad memories.
And it was exactly that: a goose to cause no bad memories. Not very big, not especially tasty, nothing to be disgusted of and nothing to write home about. OK dumpling, OK red cabbage, a slice of orange and a few berries – no reasons to complain at all. If not for the smallish size, it could even be a 5 out of 10 goose.
On the other hand, the Speck that I took afterwards while waiting for the bus was perfect in its simplicity. Even knowing that the same (or nearly the same) thing would cost one third of the price in a supermarket, I found it thoroughly enjoyable. Because of the Speck alone I can see myself going to Rust again – and possibly eating another goose at the same time.