I don’t know about you, but the best thing I can get out of a vending machine in my neighborhood is a bag of cheetos and some advil. Not to discount the stuff; the atomic green powder and pills of goodness are my saviors when I’m hungover, but here’s something better.
Enter: the sausage vending machine, which is now gracing the streets in (not surprisingly) Bavaria. Owned by a butcher, he says the inspiration behind the machine came from when he and his friends wanted to have a cookout after the stores were closed (read: drunk barbecue).
I want to go to there.
(Photo: The Local)