Beery Weary

We have a late start and realising the massive onslaught of meat to come we pick up a bircher muesli(sic) from the railway station next door to our hotel, which incidentally has the best selection of travel food in the world.
We make our way over to the Spring Festival, which is like the Melbourne show but with more beer and better food. The locals having forsaken their SS uniforms are all out in their traditional finery.


Traditional Bavarian calf socks?
Before settling into our beer tent we partake of some fairground rides.


What was left of my hair fell out on this one


All my fillings fell out on this one


The Hippodrom tent is a lot of fun with a really fine band.



We are presented with a Munich version of an amuse bouche/palate cleanser.

Designed to stimulate the appetite
This is followed by mains of halfa chook and I opt for asparagus("would you like a garnish of schnitzel with that, Mein Herr"?-the original no brainer question.

By this time the band have stopped playing all that oom-pa-pa BS and are getting down and dirty and are performing a medley of Cradle of Filth's greatest hits.








We walk back to our hotel, full of meat and beer(a recurring theme here) and decide to watch a movie but slip into the arms of Morpheus after about 2 minutes.

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