Welcome to the first Blog dedicated to visiting Munich and the annual Oktoberfest ritual. Many of us have been visiting this “celebration of all celebrations” as a group since 1993. We hope to share our experiences, provide tips for visiting, and give you our views on the typical “what to do” and “what not to do”. But primarily we want to have some good discussions with those of you who love beer, and may or may not have ever visited this fine event. Give us your thoughts.
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Be sure to visit these great resources...
Beer Drinker's Guide to Munich
BeerAdvocate.com
Official Oktoberfest Site
Trip History
BarleyMan's Lazy Shortcut for Posting
Official 2011 Trip Planning Site
Oktoberfest Guide
Bavarian Outfitters for Lederhosen
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Thursday, September 29, 2011
WOW! It was an awesome experience! Good to be American.
Although I have many, MANY stories I will share just one:
On Saturday we decided to try our luck at the tents. We had such a great time at the tents we decided to go back to the tents. We got stuck in a mass of people trying to get into the tent. We were smashed together and all trying to get in. Every time a server would come out to take people into the tent, and everyone in the mass of people would hold up their hand to try and get in. We were in, "line" for about an hour and a half trying to get into the tent.
While we were in line a waitress came out to take some people into the tent. She looked at a bunch of people in line and refused them. She looked at me and the 4 fingers I had in the air (a way of informing her that there were 4 in our party). She looked at me and the following exchange took place between her and I (remember that she is looking past a bunch of people in front of us while talking to me):
Waitress: American? 4, yes?
Me: Yes, 4.
Waitress: American yes?
Me: Yes, American, there are 4 of us.
Waitress: No Italian, all American.
Me: Yes, the 4 of us are Americans.
Waitress: Come vis me!
At which point we snaked our way through the crowd, under the rope, past security, and entered the tent with the waitress. On our way in I asked the waitress why she asked so many questions about American. She proceeded to tell me that she did not want any Italians in her area because they order one (1) beer, they don't tip, and they stay all day.
I gave her a 10 euro tip with our first order of beers. I wanted to make sure that she knew we were not Italians. She smiled, gave me a hug, and thanked me. About 10 minutes later 2 people left a table next to us. Our waitress went back outside and promptly replaced those two with, you guessed it, Americans.
1 comments:
What a great story. The only thing that could have made it better would have been a shorter wait in the "line".
Glad you guys had a wonderful time.
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