When you think of beer and Bavaria immediately the mind goes to an Oktoberfest type theme with leather shorts, dirndls, litre full mass of beer and oompah bands as far as the eye can see.
My dearest friends and devoted followers. I have a confession to make. My poor laptop that was purchased by the good grace of the earliest Molly Rose supporters WAS STOLEN.
In the North of Germany they say their beer is like the people. Blunt and ruthless, coarse and unrefined yet it is brilliantly delicious with a depth of character and individuality not found elsewhere in Germany.
Everyone knows that the Germans are very passionate about their beer and also that they are very good at it. They also excel at enjoying it in almost any situation. To get through this piece on the technicalities of drinking beer in Berlin, I am going to teach you some German words.
As the sun set behind Manhattan I chased the last beam of light into the bustle of Greenwich Village. Travelling with an open mind and an open schedule has always allowed me to make the most of opportunities that present themselves. Having said that, there were several things I’d looked forward to from the moment I decided to embark on this trip.
As the setting sun set marked the start of the first of my two alternate realities, I swayed away from food towards some good times.