As we walked around Munich’s old town yesterday, I looked at all the beer hall signs. It made me think that while Canadians do love beer as well, we probably have more Tim Hortons that beer halls. That’s what we need: more beer halls!

There’s an Augustine beer hall on the way to Marienplatz, but it tends to be filled with more tourists because of its proximity to the Glockenspiel. Last visit the concierge recommended the Augustine Keller, which is near the train station, but in the opposite direction. On your walk there, you’ll like feel as we did the first time: where is this place? Are we sure we’re going in the right direction?

Last night it seemed like everyone who was walking on the street was either going there or coming from there. In fact when we arrived last night, a firetruck and ambulance were parked outside. Someone have one too many pig’s knuckles maybe?

I’m not sure what they’re building outside the Keller, but a small crane and construction zone blocked off much of the front garden. We followed the group of guys ahead of us around the side of the building and spotted some outdoor curling lanes just down the hill from the side entrance to the beer hall.

We walked in to a cavernous room. The ceiling is vaulted and has wood beams embellished with wood carvings and insignias. Row upon row of long tables stretched from the divider to the curtained stage at the front. Reserved signs were on most of the tables. But we were only two people and confident we could get a seat somewhere.

The first waiter looked at us somewhat annoyed that we were arriving without reservations and walked us through to the front of the Keller. From there, we stood waiting as servers dodged us. Finally someone stopped and then brought us back to the beer hall where another server found us seats at the end of a large table. The young group beside us at the next table were speaking English.

You can people watch for a long time in a beer hall in Munich. We saw a couple bring their two young children, one of whom bounced around in the aisle for a good 20 minutes getting rid of energy. Behind us a woman had her one litre stein half empty while her young son sat across from her nibbling on french fries.

I ordered the salmon and NosyNeighbour had the pork knuckle and dumpling. Both were excellent.  For beer, we Edelstoff, which is almost like a real ale, but served cold. It’s very light and not gassy, but I’m not sure what the alcohol content is. NosyNeighbour managed to drink three litres, while I had three small glasses.

On our return to the hotel, a group of young Asian guys were sitting at the funky bar. We decided to order two more beers, but more to have souvenir glasses than actually drink any more. My bladder can only hold so much liquid.

Breakfast was typical German fare: lots of coldcuts, boiled eggs, scrambled eggs, roasted vegetables, really fresh fruit salad, selection of buns and breads, yogurt and cereal.

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