After a 3.5 hours train ride, we met up with Scott and Viphak, who had already hit up all the major spots in Munich, and immediately went to the Ratskeller for some fine Bavarian cuisine. The Ratskeller was so big and packed with people, we actually walked 5 minutes, weaving through the various halls and rooms throughout the restaurant just to be seated at our table.
In our last Munich trip with my parents, we didn't have a chance to try the local pig knuckle delicacy, so Waverly and I both ordered a plate this time.
Pig knuckle before:
Bone and skin after:
Feeling a bit bloated and disgusted (so we really did just eat pig feet huh?), we headed over to the Hofbräuhaus, despite my push to go to the more historic, traditional Bavarian beer hall -- the Hard Rock Cafe, right across the street ('cuz where else in the world will you get a chance to go to a Hard Rock right?).
The Hofbräuhaus was very similar to its tent that was at Oktoberfest, although smaller, less lively, and the beer was about 1 Euro cheaper. The crowd was a mix of Americans, tourists and regulars (who drank out of their own beer steins). We sat with a group of German tourists, whom we spent an evening of drinking, chatting and picture taking with.
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We both felt sick after having that big pig knuckle so we didn't drink that much at the Hofbräuhaus. It was fun chatting with German tourists from the northwest of the country. The whole experience of sitting in that beer hall, drinking and meeting strangers, was great. It reminded me of the atmosphere of Oktoberfest but of course it's not as cool.
Anyway auntie loh, don't get envious we got to eat pig knuckle this time. You didn't miss much. German pig knuckle is overrated. I think my mom makes better ones.
Ah Yi now don't miss German pig knuckle.
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