Hot Dogs! We stayed 4 nights in the hotel in Krakow. It was a very nice place even though we were in the garret room under the eaves. On our 4th breakfast, the earnest young man who was in charge of the food inquired if we would like some sausages for breakfast. Our thinking immediately went to some nice bratwurst (wrong country?) or some Polish kielbasa or something along that line. We both said sure! Thanks so much. In a few minutes he came back with a plate for both of us with 3 each of nice steaming hot boiled hot dogs! Not what we were looking for in a breakfast food. He was so pleased to give it to us though that we felt we must suffer through at least one plate. My husband, to his credit, managed to down almost 2 of them. I managed about ½ of one. Unsure what to do with the untouched plate of remaining hot dogs, we tried for a sneaky exit of the breakfast room when he was engaged elsewhere. Several hours later the memory of that half a breakfast hot dog is still with me.