This typically wouldn’t be considered a big weekend destination but when the sole purpose of the trip is for an afternoon of beer drinking in a Beirgarten I think we can make the exception. The beirgarten itself if not much more than a vacant yard, which is in all fairness is pretty rare in New York, with rows of picnic tables sat upon gravel. No large breasted Bavarian women, no lederhosen and not one tuba. The key ingredient, beer, was however flowing freely and was good enough to make Homer Simpson weep and our new friends (Allison, Hamilton and crew) made for perfect drinking companions. The schnitzle wasn’t too bad either.
p.s. Don’t ask how the rest of the evening went. I really won’t be able to provide much detail thanks to all of the above mentioned beer.
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