After Dachau we were thrashed – it was an emotional ride you can’t prepare for. We headed back to the hotel and then regrouped around 5:30 for dinner. Munich’s biggest park, the English Garden, has a beer garden in the middle of it. It’s quite famous so we made the long walk over there.
The walk through the English Garden was great. Seeing all the open green space and people having fun took the edge off the day. The biergarten, though, was a bit of a disappointment. We had been spoiled by Augustiner-Keller – this biergarten felt much more touristy and lacked a full serve option where we could just relax.
We bit the bullet and headed across town to our favorite place instead. Even with the subway it took us about 30 minutes to make the commute, so you can imagine how hungry and thirsty we were when we arrived.
Most of the tables in the biergarten are communal, and as we were looking for a place to sit a Swedish couple asked to join us. They had just finished a week long trek through the Italian Alps to celebrate Gustav finishing his PhD in Physics. We gave them a bunch of grief after our waitress showed up carrying three huge steins of beer and a tiny glass of white wine. I wish I took a picture of that.
As a final note, if you’re ever staying in the same hotel as Jason, make sure your floor is below the floor Jason is staying on.
- Munich’s English Garden.
- Beer garden in the English Garden. We longed for Augustiner-Keller.
- Back at Augustiner-Keller Biergarten.
- Back at Augustiner-Keller Biergarten.
- Our Swedish friends. I thought it was just me who seemed fuzzy that night, but it was all of us.
- Roasted chicken and a slab of pork called fried bacon.
- A lively evening at Augustiner-Keller.
- Jason’s BFF, our waitress Angie.
- Apfelstrudel!
- I’m on the 7th floor, Jason’s on the 2nd. This is how he leaves the elevator.
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