My wife hails from the greater Milwaukee metro area, and her family still mostly lives there. When visiting them in the northern suburbs, my wife came across this small shop that she knew I would love: The House of Home Made Sausage. I love sausage. There was a time I ate it with abandon, but these days I do so much less frequently because I have accepted that sausage, while delicious, will cause one’s heart to explode, and I prefer to have an unexploded heart, so I chose to moderate my sausage intake. These days my ingestion of sausages is limited to those made of low-fat animals (e.g. chicken) or very modest tastes of more delicious animals (e.g. pig).
Nonetheless, there are no health risks to wearing sausage-themed T-shirts that I am aware of, so I will proudly wear this shirt which my wife acquired for me from said shop. She also acquired several delicious sausages, which I think for the most part have been eaten over the years. The shirt is a black short-sleever which features on the front the name of the shop in tall, thin letters, followed by its location, naturally, Germantown, Wi., in traditional German Black letter.
That alone would make an excellent shirt. But the back of the shirt improves it exponentially, by featuring a fat, mustachioed sausage-maker shoving meat into a grinder and several links of sausage emerging fully-formed from it. Below this, it proclaims: “NO ONE BEATS OUR MEATS!” Indeed.

















