Super Shopping in Berlin

There are some things about food shopping in Berlin that make it different than shopping in the USA. And I don't mean things like the way you have to pack your own bags (which you brought yourself), or using a token to rent a shopping cart. I mean the stores themselves, and, more specifically, the products they carry.
Where else can you find a whole freezer case full of chicken livers, should you need them (and who doesn't)?

More chicken livers than I have ever seen together in one place.

Or say you want to eat some fish, but you don't have to time to mix it with anything. Don't worry, the Germans, like the boy scouts, are prepared. Try some herring Mexico style. Which, I'm guessing, must be very spicy. Too bad that the Vikings didn't discover Mexico. Were they missing out. Or try it with Pirate Sauce. What, you don't know what Pirate Sauce is? Just ask a pirate. I'm sure he'd be happy to show you.

Proof that pirates and vikings met in Mexico.

But creamed sauces, thankfully, are not limited to fish. There are shelves upon shelves dedicated to meat salads. Creamy, ready-to-eat, meat salads. Now these, I have to admit, are good. Very good. Once I got over being weirded out by the fact that the cream and the meat were packaged up together.

Oh delicious meat salads. Where have you been all my life?

If you shop for food in Berlin, be ready for the fact that any supermarket of any appreciable size has a section--completely inappropriately named the "Wurst" section, as I find this the BEST section--that looks like an enormous delicatessen uprooted itself and, via wormhole, implanted itself into the supermarket where you are now shopping.

The delicatessen at the end of the universe.

 If you love salami, you will not be disappointed. Every kind of salami ever made, or ever dreamt of being made can be found at your nearest supermarket in Berlin. And in Berlin, there are thousands. You read right. Thousands. Hooray!

My favorite though has to be Mr. Clean. Here, he's Meister Proper, but "proper" doesn't have anything to do with cleaning or being polite or anything like that. "Proper"--according to my German husband--means fat, like a thick, big, fat guy. So, basically, he's Master Fat.

He hides it well.