It took shape during an innocent evening in the city of Bamberg with my family. We were approached by a stranger and she asked us what we wanted to order for dinner. I said "Calamari bitte". The bad part of Germany came in the form of luke warm Calamari on my dinner plate. Now I hesitate to speak of this because I know the Calamari community is sensitive. If you were to interview a group of young, aspiring Calimari (Calamarichen as one may say in Germany), or better yet take a Gallup pole, you would find the majority of Calamari dream of being served breaded with a spicy pepper sauce at Carrabba's restaurant. A well kept secret in the Calamari community is that a few unfortunate Calamari end up at a Bamberg Italien restaurant looking like some kind of noodle bathing in non-spicy, spicy tomato sauce. Schade (what a pity).
Beware of Calamari posing as a noodle. It won't end well.
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