It’s officially day one of our trip and as Peter left for the “BigOnlineBookseller”.de office, he assured me that everyone in Munich speaks English so I shouldn’t have a problem communicating. I begged to differ. Housekeeping didn’t speak English (this did not shatter any expectations), nor did the man who brought Pete’s luggage to the room (yay, Lufthansa!), nor did the servers at the little pasta bar where I ate lunch.
Through pointing and miscellaneous hand gestures, I was able to successfully get two fresh bath towels, two soft pillows, and a bowl of penne arrabiata (the best I have ever eaten). Since I slept until 11am and because the hotel was in a business park in the outskirts of Munich, there wasn’t much for me to do but eat, surf the world wide web, and take a two-hour nap. Peter had put in a full day’s work and was back at the hotel before I knew it.
For dinner, we headed to Brunnwart (broon-in-vart) with three of Pete’s colleagues and some additional friends-of-colleagues including two blokes from Slough, which is five miles from Maidenhead. Small world.
While at Brunnwart, I was introduced to Radler – beer with lemonade. I’m familiar with this beer + lemonade nectar of the gods but was unaware of its official name. First, there is Leinenkugel’s Summer Shandy and second, there is a drink called “Strip and Go Naked” which is what I consumed in excess the night I broke my ankle dancing in my living room several years back. I decided it was in the best interest of my health and those around me to stay away from Radler and stick to weißbier (weissbier) – wheat beer. Yum!
I ordered the Argentinian steak and it was excellent. It comes in second place to the one I had in Miami Beach a couple of years ago and was much better than the awful one I had at the now-closed La Carreta Argentina in Oak Cliff, Texas. Oh, and the fries were exactly the same as the fries at The Porch in Dallas, which you may or may not be aware, are the best non-fast food fries in the world.
I drank several weissbiers and could have consumed several more but Peter was a party pooper and wanted to get back to the hotel. Apparently, he didn’t sleep all day in preparation for this steak + weissbier dinner like I did.
At the end of day one, I’m digging Germany even though I have had zero German food and have not left the hotel room except for lunch and dinner. Tomorrow, we are going to get the hell out of business-park-dodge and move to the Hilton Munich City, located in the heart of Munich with excellent access to public transportation and biergartens.