Tradition says it must never hear the noon church bells — order it after that and a purist will wince.
A pale, finely minced veal-and-pork sausage bound with parsley and lemon zest, poached gently (never browned) and served warm in its cooking water at market stalls and beer-hall counters. You skin it at the table — either by sipping it out (zuzeln) or slitting and peeling — then dunk it in sweet mustard alongside a pretzel.