Willkommen nach Deutschland: München, Part Two

So I said, "I think the only way to bring ourselves out of this Dachau rut would be to go an all day pub crawl of Munich."

Truer words have never been spoken.

We were up and at 'em at 10:00am on Saturday, and we were on a mission to have what is referred to as the "Breakfast of Champions." A short trip on the excellent Munich public transport brought us to the famous Augustiner Keller, a restaurant/pub famous for its Augustiner bier, brewed by Augustinian monks. Below, a shot from the front:

The atmosphere within Augustiner Keller is just awesome. Its like drinking in your church's parish hall, only cooler. And here, we were able to feast on the Bavarian Breakfast of Champions, by far and away the best breakfast there is on the face of the Earth. Period:

The breakfast is comprised of delicious, fresh Weisswurst, which is the sausage you see on the right of the plate. It is a delectible white veal, made daily, and are rarely served past noon due to how perishable they are. Fresh sausage is awesome. We know that. But to acompany it, there is a basket filled with  amazingly flaky, light, crispy pretzels to go along with it and plenty of sweet mustard. Throw in a liter of Augustine weissbier (wheat beer) and you have a breakfast fit for kings. Sausage, pretzels, and beer for breakfast: did I mention that Bavaria kicks ass?

After we had our fill at the Keller, we headed to the Augustiner Brau, another famous Bavarian pub/restaurant with its own lineup of Augustine beers. Mark another liter on the board for Tullio here, I believe it was a hefeweizen, but then again I don't even remember taking this picture:

Above, the front of the Augustiner Brau.

Two liters of beer down and the crawl continues; it's not even noon. Our next stop was Paulaner on Tal Street (hence Paulaner Im Tal, below):

The traditional Paulaner beer is Hells. It was a half-liter of heaven. The picture below shows Natalya's best efforts to keep up with yours truly:

By this point, I wasn't embarassed to take pictures of anything while inside of pubs. I'm sure most people were looking at me like, "What, has this guy never seen a beer glass before?" In any event, the crawl continued to stop number four, right across street, the famous Weisses Brauhaus, home of the Schneider Weisse bier (below):

I liked the beer, it had a pretty interesting flavor. I'd compare it to some kind of blueberry hefeweizen I've had in the States, its name escapes me (P Sir, if you're reading this, your input would be much appreciated. It may not be a hefe but I know it has blueberry in it). So, the Schneider Weisse has a fruity taste although it is made with zero fruit flavor. I don't know if I could go six deep of those 500mls. One was good for me.

I should mention that the area we were in is the grounds for the world famous Oktoberfest, when basically all of the world flocks to Bavaria to get absolutely sauced on beer for a week straight (sounds like nothing short of heaven to me. Or UC Santa Barbara). The most famous of these locales is none other than the Hofbrauhaus (below):

Imagine a space the size of two football fields squared filled with benches, bar space, and people, and that's the Hofbrauhaus. I think it's considered offensive to order anything less than a liter of beer, so I obliged with a liter of the house Dunkels:

Above, by this point, I'm not sure how much beer I've consumed, but I remember I was making a lot of friends with English-speaking-Germans and making a scene for the German-speaking-Germans. I'd imagine that was because my "USA" chant did not catch on at all.

Our next stop was at... a bar, where they served beer. I will call this bar "Ayinger" because that's the name on the glasses of beer we ordered. A nice German lady took this picture:

I do recall this bar being very clean and decorative on the inside, and had something of an upscale, sophisticated-drinkers'-sort-of-hangout air. I think we were underdressed.

Above, that's the beer we ordered. It would appear that this is 4.5 liters at this point, so I was feeling plenty happy... not to mention hungry. Not like, "Man, I'm hungry" but like, "Man, I'm drunk and I am hungry." So we walked to the closest kebap shop we could find (across the street, which when you're a little inebriated means it felt ten miles away as I had to play human Frogger crossing the street). I befriended this man, whose name escapes me, but I remember he was from Istanbul, Turkey, and we became friends because in my drunken Spanish (I swore I thought that's the language in Turkey) I told him we were going there and I could not wait. So he liked me. I then told him that I like spicy food and I could handle anything he made me. He laughed at me and said, "No, you couldn't." To which I chanted, "Yes. I. Can. Yes. I. Can. O. Ba. Ma."

We took this sweet photo:

I guess you can't really see it, but that knife he has is the one he uses to cut the meat for the kebap. It's about 16 inches long and looks like it could dismember any drunken idiot walking behind the counter in seconds. This man then produced this kebap:
That layer of red on top is nothing but spices from the depths of hell, I believe the eighth circle, as my claim to being able to handle anything was exposed as fraud. That kebap kicked my ass; I have no idea how/why I ate the whole the thing, but I did. I desperately needed something to wash it down with, and lucky for us, we stumbled upon a hotel bar nearby (below):

"Da Silvestro" was the name of the bar, your guess is as good as mine as to who took this photo, but we got another beer here and finally called it a night. 

It was our third and final night in Munich and we went out with a bang, not a whimper. I can't even begin to describe how fun the day was. I thought for certain I was going to need at least three days to recover from this expedition, but I didn't have any such choice given our next stop was... well, I'll leave you hanging right there and have to update you on our next stop when I can (hopefully I will catch up soon!). 

And I must mention, we could not have been happier to get out of the Munich hostel we were staying at... we met some suspect people there and I was so grateful to have luggage locks. No wonder we loved Munich so much because we were thrilled to be out of that place. 

So, did I mention Bavaria kicks ass? More to come...