I turned the corner one day in Limburg, and there it was. An authentic....one-hundred percent....British whisky shop.
Dudelsack.
It's the term used for bagpipes, or what holds the air as you puff on the pipe.
Course, I viewed the rest of the window. It's hard to say what they meant by fine food. The British are about the last on the face of the Earth for fine eating.
My humble guess is that people tend to stop by....pick up a bottle or two, and swap stories with the shop owner.
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