Continued from Munich Day 1.
Today will be fully devoted to Oktoberfest, but unfortunately we did not have a smooth start. We got a call this morning asking us to change rooms. I suspect it has to do with the fact that they gave us a 4 person room for only 2 of us.
We were trying to get to the Oktoberfest beer tents by 10 or 11(we ran into some Americans at the beer garden last night who gave us tips on what time to get there to be guaranteed a table). You can reserve tables to the beer tents months in advance. By reserving a table, you are also agreeing to a certain minimum of food and drinks. Either way, we didn’t have reservations so we had to get to the tents early because there was only very limited space for nonreserved tables. They will also only serve you beer if you have a table, so you can’t just show up really late, stand around and hope to still get served beer. By having to switch rooms, we got delayed getting out of the gate.
As it turns out, we were led by the hostess to a wrong section. After sitting down and getting our beers, we noticed that we were sitting at a reserved table. The reservation was at 3pm, so it meant that if we sat here and drank, we would be kicked out of our space at 3pm. Our plan is to drink until 10pm or 11pm when they shut the tents down, so we had to quickly look for another section.
I got up from our table, grabbed the nearest waitress I could find and asked where the nonreserved tables were at. She pointed at a section right in the middle of the tent. I quickly ran over, found us a spot for our big group of 6 and waved everyone over.
The nonreserved section was already pretty filled up. We had a big group, so had we shown up 30 minutes later, we wouldn’t have all been able to sit together. We actually spread ourselves out as we were expecting several other travels who we’ve met on our trip to join us.
I debated about putting up this photo as I didn’t want to give myself a bad rep, but I also did promise to write this diary down the way I saw it and this is the way I saw it. We all look, I am just one of the few who will admit it. Plus, the Dirndl is worn with a special pushed up bra just for this purpose!
Yes, I will be consuming all of that by myself. Half chicken, sausage with sauerkraut and spare ribs. My game plan is to stuff my face with food in the attempt to force a slower pace of drinking since I am already full of food. I started cramming the food into my mouth and did manage to eat almost everything except for a couple of ribs and half of the sauerkraut. They call me Kobayashi.
These two waitresses had our section. They were both Norwegian actually I believe. They’ve worked at Oktoberfest for years as some of the patrons here would come back to their section year after year. The one on the left was kind of mean. The one on the right was really nice though and made up for it.
The rowdy Scots who sat next to us kept on yelling Sweden out of nowhere. Every 10 minutes of so, all of them would start chanting “Sweden, Sweden, Sweden”. Finally, we asked them why they kept on chanting that instead of Scotland. Gordon finally explained to us that there was a table of Swedes sitting a few tables away and they chanted Sweden because “their broads are hot!”
Well, here are the two broads in question. Decide for yourself.
Asian girl chugging. She actually did finish. Impressive. In the foreground, all those guys are the security people. They walked around the tents and whistled at anyone getting too rowdy. You can’t stand on the tables, but you can stand on the benches. Anyone caught standing on a table got a whistle and a stern warning.
“I’d rather fook a sheep than eat hagus.”
“I’d rather fook a sheep than a Scot.”
When asked how long he drank for the night before when they came to Oktoberfest he answered.
“Until I was foggy. But then I drove home.”
More beers!! Oh yeah, I accidentally chipped the edge of my stein while cheering. Yeah, glass goes flying everywhere, bad idea. The guy sitting next to me thought that some glass went into his eye. After our resident physician’s assistant R, examined his eye, all was deemed ok. It was probably just beer that got into his eyes.
Took a breather out of the Hofbrau tent to check out some of the other tents. The Hofbrau tent is most definitely the partying spot. Not only that, but the nonreserved tables, where we sat, were turned to 11 compared to the rest of the tent. Everyone who sat at the nonreserved tables were most likely foreigners so they came here to party and they usually showed up early and planned on partying until the tents closed.
Back to the Hofbrau tent. It’s just a huge party at this point. I’ve also been drinking heavy 6% beers for over 5 hours, so the photos will start getting blurry. I tend to think they add some authenticity to how the event actually took place.
They had these people walking around with breathalyzers that you can blow into for 4 Euros to get a reading. Sure, why not. I am sure it really meant 0.135% and not 1.35%. I think it’s time for me to pick up the pace a little.
Towards the end of the night, all the tents were packed to capacity. They’ll close the front doors to the tents to prevent people from getting in, but people go through the side entrance anyway. It was standing room only everywhere at the end of the night and it was impossible just to get to the bathroom. How the beer maids still managed to walk around delivering plates of food, I do not know.
The only thing left to say about Oktoberfest is that I had over 5 liters of beer and it was a glorious time. Everyone needs to come here at least once in their lifetime.
Update: A few things I forgot to mention. They play a lot of American music at the tent. John Denver, Neil Diamond, etc. No chicken dance or yodeling though.
You can also drink Radlers which is half lemonade and half beer to slow the pace down. Radlers were barely lighter than the regular beer brew so you can get away with drinking it all night long without anyone calling you out on it.
To be continued at Munich Day 3.