Category: Travel in Europe

Life is a little different these days as beer travelers with an agenda. When we go to an event, there are things that we need to get done, namely filming.

Sunday was the second day of Oktoberfest and we returned to the Theresienwiese under sunnier skies. Armed with a list of things we needed to shoot, we searched out the proper locations.

Arriving just after noon, we quickly strode into an Augustiner tent, Fischer Vroni. As the name suggests, they specialize in serving a Bavarian fish dish, Steckerlfisch… grilled fish on a stick. Unfortunately, this also meant that the tent stunk like fish, so we promptly turned around and left.

After walking through a few more tents, we settled outside at the Hofbrau Festzelt in the sun and much to Merideth’s comfort, under a heater. Here we had only one liter each as the service was very slow and the people not very lively. A sleepy crowd makes for bad video. Since it seemed to be easy to find a spot we decided to test other waters.

Moving on, we mistakenly went to the Lowenbrau Festhalle. I say mistakenly because we didn’t realize that the place was crawling with Aussies. I don’t mean to disparage a whole nation of people but twenty-something Aussies at Oktoberfest should be avoided. Drunken, loud and obnoxious, the main problem is that they travel in tour groups. So there are not just a few of them at your tent; there are hundreds.

After another quick liter, we moved across the way to the Winzerer Fähndl, a Paulaner tent. Here we struck gold. We were filming and the four Germans next to us thought Merideth said something funny, so we ended up spending the next five hours with them.

Merideth mentioned her desire to go on some of carnival rides and in our new friends she found two willing accomplices. The three of them ended up on two different puke-inducing rides.

To round out our night, we found ourselves inside the Paulaner tent; Merideth was dancing on the table and the next thing we remember, we were back at the hotel drinking hot chocolate.

All in all a good day after a slow start. Overcoming life’s little obstacles in the beginning, we finished the day off right. We got two more of the six Oktoberfest beers, Hofbrau and Paulaner, and met some new German friends.

 

The 175th Oktoberfest in Munich opened yesterday with huge crowds, large beers and cool weather. While we missed the “O’zapft is!” moment at the Schottenhamel, we were outside and witnessed the cannon shots signaling that it was time for the beer to start flowing.

Our day began with the Grand Entry of the Oktoberfest Landlords and Breweries… a parade.  Each of the six Munich breweries plus the landlord of each tent is represented in the procession that begins in central Munich and ends up at the Theresienwiese, the site of Oktoberfest. There were also bands, a couple of clowns and plenty of horse poop. The only thing missing was the Shriners in their little cars. As the last few paraders were passing, we joined the masses streaming towards the festival grounds.

When we got there, most of the tents and outside areas were already packed. While we were watching the parade, thousands of people had been staking out their seats waiting for that special moment.

And that special moment is when the Mayor of Munich taps the first keg and proclaims “O’zapft is!” – which means ‘it’s tapped’. Oktoberfest is officially open and the beer can flow.

Next came the hard part, finding a seat. A seat is key, for without one you cannot get a beer. So, Merideth and I started trolling each tent outside and in (if we could get in) for a place to sit.  This task on opening day can be somewhat time consuming and frustrating.  You scan the sections of open spots and ask if you can sit there. Most of the time, the answer is no. And yesterday, adding to our frustration, was the fact that we had an agenda for filming; we needed  footage.

We ended up getting in two different tents, but never did find a seat. Which is probably for the best since despite Bavaria banning smoking at the beginning of the year, smoking was allowed at Oktoberfest. Therefore, the tents were smoke-filled, something we’re not used to. In the end, I did get some good footage.

While on our quest, I actually got recognized. A German who I had talked to at the Bergkirchweih this past May saw me and came up to say ‘Hi’. Considering the number of people who were there yesterday, the fact that he saw and recognized me was amazing… unfortunately, he didn’t have a seat for us.

The Italians were probably the largest group of non-Germans at Oktoberfest, which seems odd until you realize that Italy is only four hours away from Munich. We finally found some seats outside at the Hippodrome, a Spaten tent, with a group of four Italians. So, after almost an hour and a half of searching, we finally had our first beers.

We were later joined at our table by a German couple. Our table, along with the table of young Germans next to us, enjoyed the chilly afternoon with liters of beer, pretzels, brats and obazda. Convenient for us, English was the common language.

In fact, we were having so much fun that the manager came over and talked to the Italians and the Germans at the next table. Roughly translated, she said that the non-stop toasting behavior needed to wait another five hours to be appropriate. Those orderly Germans!

Besides the rumor that Pamela Anderson was hanging out at the Hippodrome, the other strange thing was that they had the cutest of the cute young girls going around selling breathalyzer tests. For 4.50 Euro, you blew into the little machine and in a few seconds you got your blood alcohol level. Was this to let you know if you should stop drinking? No, you got a certificate that proudly confirmed how shit-faced you were, so you could carry it around the biergarten comparing it to the other testees. At least that’s what the 17 year old who blew the 2.68 did.

After three hours of fun and 4 liters between us, we called it a day. Though we will most likely never see them again, we had a great time with our Oktoberfest friends.  I think it backs up what we say about Oktoberfest. It might be hard work… it might be frustrating… it is a test… but the payoff is worth it.

We did return later that evening, not so much to drink more beer, but more to people watch. Saturday night means longs lines to get into tents, if they are even open, and lots of really drunk people. But the sheer mass of drunken humanity is something to behold. We gave the festival grounds a walk through and returned to Central Munich for dinner at our favorite restaurant.

Today, we’ll do it all again.

 

Just a short post about our stay in Rosenheim last night.

We had one more of the local beers to try, so I walked into Gasthof Flötzinger… Merideth was shopping next door and would join me momentarily.

As we have talked about before, when choosing a table at a German beer hall, you need to be cognizant of the Stammtisch table. If you sit there, the staff will ask you to move and it is somewhat embarrassing.

So last evening, I walked into Gasthof Flötzinger all by my lonesome and after quickly scanning the room, I chose a nondescript table in the corner… definitely not the Stammtisch.

But once I sat down, the waiter came over to inform me that the table that I sat at was the Stammtisch table and asked me to move to the next table.

Merideth joined me and I told her my little tale. Then she noticed that we were sitting at the Stammtisch table now. So, of course, we had to take a picture.

The funny thing was that when locals would come in they stare at us like WTF? Why are they sitting there? Plus, this old lady gave me the stink eye most of the time we were there.

In the end, I decided the staff knew who I was and deemed me special enough to sit at the Stammtisch table.

Chris and I have been subsisting on pork and beer for the last couple of days, which means we must be in our favorite place to travel: Germany. We are here for Oktoberfest, but needed a few days to acclimate and rest before heading to the Munich craziness. After landing in Frankfurt, we hopped on the autobahn and sped for Bavaria. Our stop on the first night was Murnau, south of Munich almost to the Austrian borderThere are two breweries in Murnau, including the Hotel Griesbrau, our lodging for the night.

The first brewery we tried was Brauerei Karg, where we braved sitting outside despite the chilly temperatures. The waitress thought we were crazy, especially since Chris had shorts on, but the dining area was crowded and after our long journey we needed the fresh air.

We then went back up the street to our brewery hotel for a dinner of pork knuckle and my favorite beer, Helles. Chris paired his portion of the knuckle with a Helles, Dunkel and Weissbier.

The highlight of the evening was the large table that ordered a whole roast pig. Called the ‘Spanferkelspektakel’, the pig, complete with sparklers, is wheeled through the braustubel on a cart accompanied by the blaring sound of the James Bond theme. It looked delicious, but unfortunately the party of about 15 wasn’t sharing. I’m not quite sure why they used James Bond… maybe Rocky would have been better.

Wednesday, we continued on the Deutches Alpenstrasse to Berchtesgaden. On the way, we tried to get two more breweries in Oberaudorf, but it was mid-day and midweek so most places were closed, including the two breweries we were hoping to visit. Hungry, but undaunted, we pressed on to Berchtesgaden, arriving late in the afternoon after stopping in Bad Reichenhall for lunch.

We were last in Berchtesgaden in December 2007 and it felt like we had the town to ourselves. On this visit, despite being almost Fall, the town was still full of tourists and the restaurants packed. We went to the Hofbrauhaus Berchtesgaden on Wednesday night and got put at a table in a backroom because all the tables were full. We thought maybe they were trying to hide the Americans, but Germans ended up with us, too.

Thursday, Chris and I did something that we have been talking about since our last visit to Berchtesgaden, hike to the Eagles Nest. Since we arrived, the weather has been somewhat chilly-mid 50s- and we could see snow up on the mountain. There have also been clouds in the sky, which has obscured our view of the Eagle’s Nest from our hotel room.

But much to our delight, Thursday dawned sunny and clear and we hiked from the Obersalzberg to the Eagle’s Nest. It wasn’t the longest hike we have done in the Alps, but it was a quick 2,300 foot elevation gain. The last part was a series of very steep switchbacks. There was snow on the ground, but you know who still had shorts on.

We survived the climb to witness the magnificent view. Even though Hitler spent very little time there, the fact that we were enjoying the beautiful view dedicated to such an evil man was not lost on us. However, everyone else simply enjoyed it, Germans and Americans alike. I guess that’s what I get for being married to a history major.

Chris had bratwurst for lunch, but feeling like I deserved it, I chose a yummy chocolate cake. And of course we both had beer. The sun was shining and there were few clouds. We even saw the Konigsee from up there. Hiking the Konigsee in 2001, it was the first time we discovered the mountain huts, so it’s a sentimental spot for us. While we could have opted for a bus ride down, we decided to continue the torture and hike back down the mountain, as well.

Our dogs were pretty tired and our muscles a little achy, but nothing that a beer couldn’t cure. So we headed back out again to get some dinner. And more beer. Friday, it’s off to Rosenheim.