If you’re ever stuck in Hamburg waiting for
a train, and you don’t want to venture too far away from the station, you could
do a lot worse* than a café cum laden called Mutterland (motherland). Of
course, the name refers to the regional fare they sell, not the locals that
might come here. But still, I was a little worried (hey, it was my day off from
the little ones). No need for that. Instead of a buggy parking lot and soft
colourful furnishings, there was a cute corner for drinking your drink and
eating your cake, plus a shop floor crammed full of medicinal looking jars (spices, chutney, jam), bottles (vodka, schnapps, lemonade) and little gift bags. A counter housed
impressive looking deli foods.
