Peter woke up with an Oktoberfest hangover and I woke up wondering where we would drink our first weissbier and start farting our way through the city. We decided to head over to the Hofbrauhaus and were again faced with a cluster of people all of whom wanted entry. In a weird twist of fate, a large group was being fed through the cluster in a conga line and we joined their line and made our way to the front of the cluster of people. We were obviously not with this group, so we were stopped by security but then let into the building less than five minutes later.
We found two seats in the outdoor beer garden and began our daily task of drinking and people watching. I immediately noticed a table of four 21-year old blonde German girls sitting behind Peter. They looked so cute in their dirndl dresses and french braided hair. To some extent, they were a tourist attraction themselves. People were taking photos of them and it was clear that several tables of men were vying for their attention. The lasses ignored it all, especially the table of creepy middle-aged Italians. Oh, and can someone please inform all Italians that throwing bits of pretzels at women is not recognized as a mating call… in any culture…
We left the Hofbrauhaus around 3pm and people were already visibly intoxicated. For example, there were two young guys (maybe 17) in the alley. One was sitting on the cobblestone preparing to puke and the other wanted the soon-to-be-puker to get up but the soon-to-be-puker could not stand by himself. So, the standing guy grabbed the soon-to-be-puker’s arm and started dragging him across the cobblestone and back toward the Hofbrauhaus. I’ve never seen anything like this and laughed along with the other 20 people spectating. I confirmed that overly drunk kids getting drug across cobblestone is funny in all cultures.
As promised, we ate Mexican for dinner at a little restaurant called La Hacienda. The food and the 5€ mojitos were a nice change from sausage, potatoes, and beer. After dinner, we went to the Augustiner biergarten. With 5,000 seats, it is the third largest beer garden in Munich and as with most beer gardens, guests are welcome to bring their own food. While enjoying our beers, we marveled at another German engineering feat – the empty glasses truck. The truck would return with a full load of empty glasses every five minutes. It was an insane amount given the beer garden was about 15 percent occupied.So, there you have it: Three beirgartens and one Oktoberfest tent in two days. Not too shabby if I do say so myself.