
Or.
The best thing that a potato can aspire to/to which a potato can aspire.
Potato pancake. Potato latke. Reibekuchen. Kartoffelpuffer
This is the queue (or line as the colonial cousins call it) for one or all of the above at the Christmas market in Mainz.

€6 for 3 with a lashing of unsweetened apple sauce.
Take it to one of the stand-up tables where you’ll find salt, sugar and ketchup (presumably for the aforementioned colonial cousins) and other folk digging in.
For the last 10 years, we’ve spent the European winter at our place in New Zealand with views and weather like this

But no potato pancakes/Potato latke/Reibekuchen/Kartoffelpuffer.
Which I like a lot , but they don’t *quite* make up for the weather…