I realise that I forgot to tell you several important pieces of information about the Tegernsee pub. All, the important information, to be honest. Before we go any further, here they are:
Eden Hotel Wolff
Phone: +49 (89) 55 11 5-0
Fax: +49 (89) 55 11 5-555
They must have only recentlly swapped to Tegernsee beer, as the photo on the website has the pub branded Hacker-Pschorr.
Where was I? In a pub drinking Tegernsee Helles, that's it. We don't stay long. Too damn hot. And this is just a short walk away:
What a difference trees make. It feels so much cooler now we've nestled ourselves under an enormous oak tree.
We entered a different way from the entrances I used the last couple of times. Never realised part of the garden was waiter service. We scuttle through that to the self-service section. I don't want to waste time waiting for a waiter. We only have two hours or so.
"Do you want a beer, Andrew?"
"Not if that's the smallest size they come in. " He says, pointing at one of these:
He has a point.
"Apfelschorle it is then."
There are those that accuse Augustiner beer of blandness. They're talking out of their arse. Subtlety and blandness aren't the same. That misunderstanding is behind the undervaluing of German beer by many geeks. It's not in their face enough. More fool them. Because they miss out on the joy of chomping great lumps out of a litre of Edelstoff. The perfect refreshment for a sweaty dad.
"This is just perfect, Andrew."
"I can see how much you're enjoying it from how little's left."
I used to think a litre was too much. I'm starting to change my mind.
"Time for another - do you want another of those apple thingies?
"I'm OK, dad. Get yourself another one, though."
I've brought him up well.
My meatballs are rather disappointing. Too salty, as is the potato salad.
"Probably not such a bad idea, eating more salt in weather like this, Andrew."
"You've always got an excuse for everything."
He's not far wrong, there. Back at the Bahnhof all bagged-up, I head for a kiosk.
"What do you want to buy dad? We've already eaten."
"Something to cool me down on the train." I buy the first impulse schnapps of the trip.
"That's not going to keep you cool, dad."
Arnulfstr.52, Ecke Zirkus-Krone-Str.
Tel. 089 - 594393
Fax 089 - 5504415
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