Doesn't quite have the same ring to it, does it? Plus it dates this post by over a month, which even by slothful J00
ster standards is pretty darn slow. Nonetheless, despite Team J00
ster arriving half a year too early, it seems that in the city of Munich the calendar is permanently frozen on the auspicious month of October, or so one would conclude by observing the robust patronage enjoyed by the city's main attraction: the legendary
biergartens.
After a day in the
biergartens, one finds friends in the strangest of places.
The main square in Munich is what you pass through on the way from one beer to the next. It is also pretty impressive in its own right, even without the benefit of beer goggles.
View from the church bell tower. In the age before Google Maps, thirsty citizens would climb up here to scope out the quickest route to the next beer garden.
Fortunately all is quiet in the bell tower today. Well, other than the usual incessant Mei chatter of course.
This was the Times Square of its day, the crossroads for a smaller, and yet ironically larger, world.
Get over yourself dude, out here when people think DB they think somewhere they go to change a 20 or deposit a check.
The streets of Munich are always quiet the morning after a big night. So yeah, they're pretty much quiet every morning.
The outdoor cafes surrounding the monumental
Feldherrnhalle are buzzing already. Must be because they start serving beer with breakfast. Nothing beats a hangover like getting right back on the horse. Beer and
muesli, the new power breakfast.
The breezy courtyard of the legendary
Hofbraeuhaus is the perfect place to escape the bustle of the city. Hang on, pretty much the whole city is already here, raucously gulping down ice cold
Munchen biers on an abnormally hot spring day.
Three down and she's only just getting started.
Half down and he's struggling already.
Apparently the regulars get a private rack to store their mugs in between visits. Needless to say, Rock's beer-drinking exploits have yet to earn him this elusive honor. Mei on the other hand is half way to the engravers shop.
The only thing that goes better with beer than sauerkraut is a jolly Bavarian band.
Some famous palace on the outskirts of Munich. Big enough to drive a Fiat 500 or two down the hallways without scratching the elaborate sconces. Assuming Rock is not at the wheel of course.
Back on autobahn A1 to Frankfurt. The village of Augsburg offers a chance to take a break from watching
BMWs and Mercedes zip by so fast that they make 150
kmh look like Mei's biking speed.
Deutscheland!
Final stop before the skyscrapers on
Mainhattan, the picturesque village of
Dinkelsbühl. With a name like that, how can you not stop?
The little Fiat may struggle to hold her own on the autobahns, but when it comes to squeezing right through the middle of clock towers there's no better set of wheels.
No wonder this part of the road is dubbed the Romantic Road. Someone just forgot to tell Mei.
These days joggers and dog walkers are the only targets out there. Kind of a waste of a good crossbow.
Going hungry in this town is not going to be a problem - the whole main street is lined with eateries serving up a dizzying array of pork, pork, and...
uhm... pork.
There's something slightly incongruous about late model cars parked out front 500 year old houses. In the same was as there is something incongruous about that dude standing in an otherwise fine picture.
Spring is in the air and the whole village is getting into the spirit.
A relic from a darker time in history. On another note, it seems even tanks can outpace a Fiat.
The streets are so ridiculously picture perfect they should be on a blog.
Back in the day these towers kept a grim watch for maundering bandits, now their main mission is to lure tourists off the autobahn.
If your town looked this good at 900 years old, you wouldn't change anything either. No need for a new Starbucks here folks.
And this is how Team J00ster rolls. Next stop JFK.
After a day in the biergartens, one finds friends in the strangest of places.
The main square in Munich is what you pass through on the way from one beer to the next. It is also pretty impressive in its own right, even without the benefit of beer goggles.
View from the church bell tower. In the age before Google Maps, thirsty citizens would climb up here to scope out the quickest route to the next beer garden.
Fortunately all is quiet in the bell tower today. Well, other than the usual incessant Mei chatter of course.
This was the Times Square of its day, the crossroads for a smaller, and yet ironically larger, world.
Get over yourself dude, out here when people think DB they think somewhere they go to change a 20 or deposit a check.
The streets of Munich are always quiet the morning after a big night. So yeah, they're pretty much quiet every morning.
The outdoor cafes surrounding the monumental Feldherrnhalle are buzzing already. Must be because they start serving beer with breakfast. Nothing beats a hangover like getting right back on the horse. Beer and muesli, the new power breakfast.
The breezy courtyard of the legendary Hofbraeuhaus is the perfect place to escape the bustle of the city. Hang on, pretty much the whole city is already here, raucously gulping down ice cold Munchen biers on an abnormally hot spring day.
Three down and she's only just getting started.
Half down and he's struggling already.
Apparently the regulars get a private rack to store their mugs in between visits. Needless to say, Rock's beer-drinking exploits have yet to earn him this elusive honor. Mei on the other hand is half way to the engravers shop.
The only thing that goes better with beer than sauerkraut is a jolly Bavarian band.
Some famous palace on the outskirts of Munich. Big enough to drive a Fiat 500 or two down the hallways without scratching the elaborate sconces. Assuming Rock is not at the wheel of course.
Back on autobahn A1 to Frankfurt. The village of Augsburg offers a chance to take a break from watching BMWs and Mercedes zip by so fast that they make 150 kmh look like Mei's biking speed.
Deutscheland!
Final stop before the skyscrapers on Mainhattan, the picturesque village of Dinkelsbühl. With a name like that, how can you not stop?
The little Fiat may struggle to hold her own on the autobahns, but when it comes to squeezing right through the middle of clock towers there's no better set of wheels.
No wonder this part of the road is dubbed the Romantic Road. Someone just forgot to tell Mei.
These days joggers and dog walkers are the only targets out there. Kind of a waste of a good crossbow.
Going hungry in this town is not going to be a problem - the whole main street is lined with eateries serving up a dizzying array of pork, pork, and... uhm... pork.
There's something slightly incongruous about late model cars parked out front 500 year old houses. In the same was as there is something incongruous about that dude standing in an otherwise fine picture.
Spring is in the air and the whole village is getting into the spirit.
A relic from a darker time in history. On another note, it seems even tanks can outpace a Fiat.
The streets are so ridiculously picture perfect they should be on a blog.
Back in the day these towers kept a grim watch for maundering bandits, now their main mission is to lure tourists off the autobahn.
If your town looked this good at 900 years old, you wouldn't change anything either. No need for a new Starbucks here folks.
And this is how Team J00ster rolls. Next stop JFK.
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