Showing posts with label Oktoberfest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oktoberfest. Show all posts

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Bavarian Beer & Pork Fest

Tuesday 27 October 2009

Lost a bet with Max which required me to buy him pork knuckles & beers. He chose to claim his prize at Bavarian Bierhaus, this fairly new German pub in The Curve (next to Big Apple Donuts).

There are not many German pubs in KL where you can get good Germen beer & authentic Germen food so any new places serving them is always welcome. Love their deco - Very chilled and relax - loads of wood. Quite like their round high tables. There’s a huge bar right in front displaying their bottles & taps. It’s at the open area near the fountain so you won’t stink of smoke after the night’s over.


The outlet - nice, cosy & chill

Good ol' German beers

Went with the garlic-herb pork knuckles and a (can’t remember the name) salad which was quite good! The salad first I mean. Had generous chunks of pork slices, sun dried tomatoes & fresh green leaves. You can eat that alone and be happy.

The pork knuckles was huge! Meat! It was attacked by 4 of us and we still had quite a lot left to doggy bag for Homey. Not as good as the one at The George & Dragon @ BSC but still good nonetheless.

Yummy & healthy salad

Meat!!

They are having a month long promo for their German beers too - 0.50 cl of Franzishaner goes for RM25. Not a bad deal at all. They had Löwenbräu too but no Paulaners. What?? No Paulaners?? Oh well..

Imported beers - Hoegaarden goes for RM28 a pint.

Prost! to what’s left of Oktoberfest.



Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Day 17 : Munich Oktoberfest - a Festival of Beer

Wednesday 23 September 2009

Today we arrive in Munich, home of Oktoberfest!! I didn’t know what to expect about this much awaited festival that is celebrated all over the world (yea even on our shores) so it was extremely exciting to be at the very heart of it all.

Festive goers would usually dress in their traditional best – girls in their gorgeous dresses which pushes up their boobies and guys in their leather pants. They apparently proudly wear their traditional clothes on a daily basis. We went into town to find some get up for us but it was just too expensive for me, even in the second hand shops. Chucky & Paulie spent like 160 Euros on their outfit each.

Don't they look lovely in their outfits?


If you think Oktoberfest is all about hooligans, drunkards and getting wasted, think again. It’s a Festival of Beer, not a beer festival. The festival goes on for 14 days starting at 11am and ending at 11pm each night. Last call is at 10.30pm. No extension what soever. Elderly locals both women and men come to the festival with their kids to partake in the revelry. There are rides, fun fairs, souvenir stalls, food tents, toys, tobacco shop, and of course, the beer halls. No aggresiveness, no fighting. Everyone is there to have good no-nonsense fun. There were about 9 huge beer halls within the grounds, each the size of two futsal courts.


Oktoberfest - Festival of Beer, not a Beer Festival


It’s extremely difficult to find a table, especially since we were in such a big group so we ported outside the Paulaner tent first. Was nice chatting with the locals and it was so easy to make friends there. You will never feel alone.

The atmosphere inside was much nicer as the Omp Pah Pah bands were playing and they break out in their German Prost (cheers) song every 20 minutes or so. It’s customary to look into the eyes of the people you’re 'cheersing' with else it’s 7 years of bad sex and we won’t want that do we?


Scene in the beer hall


5pm was pretty tame but the scene got wilder as the night progressed and the beers kept flowing. Everyone started standing on the benches and dancing to the music. It was simply intense. Electrifying. Rad. Beers are pretty pricey though, 9 euros for a stein (1 litre). I went through 3 which were not that much really but it sure got me happy.

JB got completely wasted and we lost her as we were heading back home. Turned out she got handed over to the police, then the women’s refuge who gave her money to get back to camp. She made it back in the morning with such a tale to tell.

Partying till 11pm