Festive Saturday Germans, Futbol, and Trump!
Mark attracts the "good ole boys" Particularly when there is Beer involved.
We arrived as a group to the oldest Biergarten in Munchen and sat under the trees as the sun went down. The pretzels were as big as the plate! The beer mugs held as much as a 6 pack of beer. They were more like vases than beer mugs! Our lederhosen dressed server,Aldan, held 14 Vase-like full beers mugs as he approached our table. His forearms were thick and tight from years of beer deliveries!
No need for a gym.
Mark met a very drunk young German who followed him back to our table. He was eager to speak English. He was in Munich for the soccer match or futbol in the morning. He worked for Volkswagen in the "emissions" department as an engineer. His eyes nearly shut as he puffed on his cigarette and slugged down a gulp of beer. "You Americans have a real problem" this drunk German millineal was saying, In that loud "I'm too drunk to know how loud I am" way.
Now his hand with the cigarette is pointing at us and waving about "what the fuck are you thinking? I mean, Trump? Really? You're all fucking nuts". He points around the table.
Mark begins to apologize for bringing this drunk boy to the table. Some at the table try to defend our Countrymen while others engage in an argument.
Meanwhile his friend joined us with a cigar and a cigarette lit! He flipped a chair around and reached in for a pretzel. Now Mark is really feeling the pressure of his new friends at the table.
They are harmless and kinda funny in an annoying way. Finally, I said," look we left our country for two weeks to avoid this kind of debate! We are on holiday from politics."
To which he exclaimed, "well your all fucked, that's what I say!" His friend eating pretzels and giggling at him says " I need a match to light my cigar, who has a match?"
Mark pipes in, "No smoking at the table, son".
Another debate ensues about being outside, and smoking is permitted. It's a tug of war about trying to rationalize with the irrational.
A group of men arrive from out of no where and with a nod these boys say "meet our new American friends, they're fucked..."
One of the older guys in the group give him a look and both boys move away from our table...shouting their goodbyes.
The group of drunk German men start to sing a German fight song as they moved across the biergarten.
The first words murmured were "Well, that was interesting!"
Our server apologizes for the other guests then offers to deliver us to our reserved table for 8 inside the restaurant! Wonderbar!
All is well!
Fast forward to next night, different biergarten! We are meeting the rest of our biking group at the Hofbrauhous ... Which is several football fields of biergarten, and who sits at the very next table?
The two drunk Germans from last night and their posse! We remember them and they show sheepish signs of remembering us, but won't commit!
"Of all the gin joints, you happen to walk into mine!"
What are the chances? Twice in one weekend?
I quickly tell the new folks at my table...
We are Canadiens!
Work with me here, people!