I like Kwidzyn
Before the war it was called Kwidzyn and there was no problem. Someone must have been really bothered by this since they removed the dash over the "n". Now, instead of the intuitive "I fell in love with Kwidzyn" or "I will never forget Kwidzyn", you have to constantly remember that the correct form is "I'm bored in Kwidzyn" or "I can't stand Kwidzyn", which my local tablemates mercilessly and constantly pointed out to me throughout the evening.
However, despite their unbearable hypersensitivity regarding the endings in the name of their city, they turned out to be excellent whiskey companions, open, relaxed, and with a distance to themselves.
Kwidzyn's trademark is undoubtedly the kebab. Ali, Ahmed, Asad, Hamid, Mustafa, Zahir - there is no Muslim name that could not be found on signs here. Kwidzyn also beats Paris hands down in terms of the number of roundabouts per capita.
Apart from good company, alcohol, trout and bowling, it is worth spending some time in Kwidzyn to visit the monumental 13th-century Co-Cathedral of St. John the Evangelist and the Teutonic castle of the Pomesanian Chapter, where you must see the largest latrine in Europe, i.e. "gdanisko", probably called so to humiliate the good name of the city of Gdańsk, which often caused trouble and rebelled against the Teutonic Knights.
It's worth visiting Kwidzyn. You see - I learned :)
