Mission Mission

So, the Cold War ended, the Berlin Wall crumbled, and all this nostalgia-inducing kipple found its way to the Mission.  But what is it?  I want to feel sentimental about Gothaplast Wundpflaster (a band-aid perhaps?) and Erich’s Luxus Duschbad (dandruff shampoo for commies?).  Do we have any Eastern European readers who can shed some light on this? 

This stuff probably means so much more to that table of 4 German tourists who keep asking me to take pictures of them and their schnitzel.  I suppose this is pretty much the equivalent to Dolores Burritos in Germany (with Franziskaner subbing for Negra Modelo), like some sort of exchange program but with restaurants instead of students.  German burrito consumers probably wonder why they have to stare at a wall-size map of the Mission while they eat.

But wait; what’s this?  Who else sees that?  East Germans like Boney M. too?!?  Now we can be brothers!  What’s this soup called?  Soljanka?  Sure, I’ll have some more!  And look, here’s Daniel Bruhl moonlighting as a waiter!  Guten tag indeed.