In München Steht ein Hofbrauhaus

I know this is a tourist move, going to the Hofbrauhaus. But then again, there are a lot of Stammtische, regular's tables where you BETTER NOT SIT DOWN UNLESS INVITED in the main room, so who knows. It doesn't matter, we're tourists, they had beer, giant pretzels and live music. We were going.

And we went. Sloshing through the pouring rain and gathering puddles between the Residenz and the Hofbrauhaus. We all know about this place, right? It has its own song! But brief history... Duke Maximillian I built a brewery in 1589 because he didn't like the local beer. It was opened to the public by King Ludwig I in 1828, and the rest is history.

So we went to the main room, where the music would be. It was huge. High, painted ceilings, long tables, wait staff in Trachten, the men in Lederhosen and suspenders, the women in drindls. It was loud. Wild. We wandered around to find a table, but found people had draped their stuff on the extra seats, or had deliberately sat in such a way as to make strangers joining their table difficult. This is bad, really bad manners. We were just going to have to Philly up and tell people to MOVE THEIR STUFF or something. I was trying to figure it out in German as well as English.

So we wandered around once, then again. As we were passing one of the Stammtische near the stage, a little old guy with a huge beer in front of him waves us over. He invited us to sit, ok, kind of yelled at us in German to sit down. We thanked him. He tried to talk to us, but quickly figured out he might as well talk to empty chairs, because we were that stupid. Very grateful to little old German man, who everyone in the place seemed to know.

So yay, Hofbrauhaus. We ordered beer, nice Hofbrau dunkles. We shared a portion of Krustenschweinebraten-- slices of pork roast with the fat cooked to crackling, with dark beer sauce and potato dumplings, and a huge pretzel. It was good, I was surprised as the place doesn't have a great reputation for food, apparently. We ate, listened to music. The nice old man tried to talk to us again, by this point he didn't seem to mind that we didn't really speak enough German to have a conversation. Before the band went on every member of it stopped by to say hello to him, so he must have really been a fixture in the place.

It was a good time. We tried to buy him a beer but he either didn't understand us, or didn't expect it. We thanked him and left, seeing that there was a break in the rain.

Back to the hotel, and so ended our transition day in Munich. A lot more to see here as well, but another time, hopefully.Okumaya devam et