This is how we started oktoberfest. This guy bought us drinks at the bar while telling us random stories about why he has tape on his nipples. TMI? I think so.
They have great bier.
And great people!
Look what I found. Schnitzel!!!!!!
The Hacker-Festzelt tent
View from our table!
One of our friends is allergic to gluten, so they brought her a giant wine schorle!
Hanchen! German for chicken.
Most of what I remember from the tents was singing this over and over again: "Ein Prosit, ein Prosit; Der Gemütlichkeit; Ein Prosit, ein Prosit; Der Gemütlichkeit; OANS ZWOA DREI! G’SUFFA"!
Probably 2L's down...
Gut, Besser, Paulaner.
The Oktoberfest party at our hotel pub! We danced the night away.
A short taste of Oktoberfest!