Going South

Going South this summer? Down Bavaria way. Because there's a book that might come in handy, if beer is on your mind. (Let's face it. You wouldn't be reading my blog if you weren't already three-quarters of the way to psychosis.)

Where was I? Plugging my book. That's it. Now I remember. I've a dead good book. For southbound pissheads. With pub guides to Bamberg, Munich, Forchheim, Stuttgart, Nuremberg, Bayreuth, Kulmbach, Regensburg and some others I can't remember just now. Augsburg. That's in, too. Ulm. Probably a couple more. Stuff about breweries. Even some of my crappy tasting notes.

The poorly-named "Trips! (South)" is your man. Your silent friend, guiding you effortlessly to the finest bars, the shadiest beer gardens and the tastiest beers. Buy several copies now and Andrew may get to eat every day when he's in the US. And Lexie get that corn syrup he's been nagging me about for weeks. Weeks? Months.