And all throughout Prague
The tourists were swarming
Their eyes all agog
Their noses shone red
And sniffed at the air
Sweet smells drifted to them
From a packed Old Town Square
No gloves for this dude
I didn’t need candles
I, too, wanted food
I walked the whole square
I looked high and low
The most popular item
Was the simple Trdlo
Looked ever so nice
But at 50 Czech crowns
It ain’t worth the price
Some people just love it
I do not know why
It’s fire-cooked dough
That’s boring and dry
Served on a baguette
The cost was the same
And a much better bet
It could have been leaner
I still liked the taste
Of this smoky wiener
I’ll eat ‘em, just watch me
But I’ve often had better
Than these Bramboráčky
They’ll do you no favors
Just oil and garlic
And not enough flavors
Under Týn Church’s spires
Slow turning meat
Riding spits over fires
For tasty Prague hams
It’s 89 crowns
For each hundred grams
There’s no better meat
So tender and juicy
A real winter treat
To wash down a meal
There’s plenty of beer
For 35 crowns
It adds to your cheer
For something more fine
Czech’s call it “Svařák”
I call it mulled wine
With spices like clove
It warmed me right up
Right down to my toes
Which I took as a sign
It was time to head home
On the metro ‘A’ Line
As I rolled out of sight
"Munich’s markets are better
if you’re out for a bite!"