oktoberfest
Last Friday, I went to Oktoberfest! I hadn't been in 5 or 6 years (maybe longer!), so this was my triumphant return. Firstly, my friend and I get to the entrance and I realize I had forgotten my I.D. in the car. A must have, for a true Oktoberfest cannot be enjoyed without beer. It's no surprise I forgot my I.D., as I would forget any part of my body if it was not attached.
Trek back to car, get I.D. and proceed to the entrance. So we walk around to get our bearings about the place, (before beer) and discover that fake money must be obtained to eat or drink anything. ? huh ? I'm sorry, but beer-drinking-patrons need no extra steps to worry about. At least we figured this fact out before we stood in a very long line. :)
After the first glass of Spaten Oktoberfest, I felt giddy and excited. How festive the atmosphere, smelling of fried dough, roasting meat, baked goods and ... mustard? 1/2 way into our first pitcher, my friend calls and we are supposed to meet her at the entrance. Somehow, we got lost! Then, I made one keen observation: never follow the guy with the pitcher!
Apparently, I know (kind of) how to do the chicken dance...news to me! The kraut was good, as was the stollen. I should have gotten a pretzel, but figured I was already at carb overload from all the beer. I got to see some leiderhosen, but not as much as I'd expected. Cool hat pins, beer steins, and some neat wood art from this guy with the last name Cluck.
Rating: four stars
Trek back to car, get I.D. and proceed to the entrance. So we walk around to get our bearings about the place, (before beer) and discover that fake money must be obtained to eat or drink anything. ? huh ? I'm sorry, but beer-drinking-patrons need no extra steps to worry about. At least we figured this fact out before we stood in a very long line. :)
After the first glass of Spaten Oktoberfest, I felt giddy and excited. How festive the atmosphere, smelling of fried dough, roasting meat, baked goods and ... mustard? 1/2 way into our first pitcher, my friend calls and we are supposed to meet her at the entrance. Somehow, we got lost! Then, I made one keen observation: never follow the guy with the pitcher!
Apparently, I know (kind of) how to do the chicken dance...news to me! The kraut was good, as was the stollen. I should have gotten a pretzel, but figured I was already at carb overload from all the beer. I got to see some leiderhosen, but not as much as I'd expected. Cool hat pins, beer steins, and some neat wood art from this guy with the last name Cluck.
Rating: four stars