I like the helles beer here. The white beer not so much as I thought it had a strange aftertaste. Never ate any really good Bavarian food. I had only heavy salty food with large cuts of overlooked pork and lots of noodles.
I did have some excellent strudel, both apple and plum, served to me by a cranky waiter who was intensely offended by my poor grasp of German. Not content with treating me with utter disdain, he also insisted on talking down to me in a dialect of English I've never encountered before. I know this clown thought he was multilingual. I am an ESL teacher, so I sort of disagree with his conceit about speaking English like a native. Native what, I want to know. The only reason why I went back twice to the same cafe near Karlsplatz was that it served excellent strudel at a fair price to local Munich matrons, and I figured I wasn't gonna make it to Austria do I'd better try in Munich.
Generally speaking, apart from this idiot, mMunich tolerates tourists with grace and good humor. The whole area serves up cute handmade trinkets, like these pigs carved from gnarly birch branches, and charges a fair few Euros for them.
It's a pleasure to arrive and depart through the bahnhof as it's well laid out. They need a few more benches for waiting passengers, and it's kinda drafty, but it serves up trains to all over, the ticket kiosks work, and the trains seem to leave on time.
Should I be back this way again I might book the tour of the BMW plant. Or not.
Now it's time for 4711 Cologne and a cathedral on the Jakobsweg.
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