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Typhoon Haiyan Relief Pop-up Dinner

Typhoon Haiyan Relief Pop-up Poster

The Philippines is finally in the news, but unfortunately for all the wrong reasons: the terrible tragedy that Typhoon Haiyan has inflicted upon our country. Rather than seeing the beautiful beaches, the stunning and varied landscape, the warm and friendly people or even the colourful and flavourful food publicised, instead we are seeing heart-rending images of loss and devastation.

But the response and the hope generated by our fellow countrymen both in the Philippines and in the UK have been so uplifting – a true embodiment of what Filipinos call bayanihan (‘communal spirit’).

Inspired by this, a group of us have been moved to do what we can to help with the relief efforts in our own way.

We have decided to put on the fundraising Typhoon Haiyan Relief Pop-up Dinner and do what we do best: cook amazing Filipino-inspired dishes.

With a roster including Pepe’s Kitchen, The Adobros, Fooderico, MERienda_ldn , Bintang Restaurant  and other keen foodies from across London, along with the gracious support of Salvador and Amanda, you know you will be guaranteed 8 COURSES of tasty and fulfilling dishes – all enjoyed whilst helping out with a good cause.

But that’s not all – there will also be a silent auction filled with desirable and fun goodies for you to treasure.

All proceeds from the night will be donated to VSO Bahaginan, a Filipino grassroots charity that supports fishing communities in northern Cebu through sustainable relief projects. Cebu is one of the areas hit badly by Typhoon Haiyan but so far overlooked by the main aid agencies.

A hearty meal with delicious Filipino flavours, all for a good cause – what are you waiting for?

#UKSupportPH

In Association with Nigel Carlos

Date and Time: Monday 2nd December, 7pm

Venue: Upstairs at Salvador & Amanda, 1 Vernon Place, London WC1A 2EP (nearest Tube: Holborn)

Ticket Prices: £40+1.05 booking fee

If you are unable to attend but still wish to donate, please check out the UK donation page for VSO Bahaginan

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After-work Pubs: Part 1

More fun at More London

Nearest Station: London Bridge

Elephant-tastic

Elephant-tastic

Everyone enjoys a cheeky pint or a flirty glass of wine after work, no? You know how it is: you get a group of you from work, you head down to your usual post-work watering hole (“the meeting room downstairs”, as my current company calls it), and you all have a natter and a couple of drinks and then head on your merry ways – unless, of course, it’s a Wednesday, Thursday or Friday night, or any other night of the working week, and things escalate and get messy, and you end up partying hard. Andrew WK HARD.

Thing is, that pub or wine bar you always head to every time someone proposes a drink? Unless you happen to work somewhere really cool and trendy, you would probably never, ever frequent your local watering hole in any other circumstances, because either a) it’s crap b) it’s where your colleagues/directors hang out c) it’s always crowded or d) it’s bloody pricey. No matter how much you avoid it otherwise, inevitably, you always find yourself there, putting up with it until that time when it’s safe to resume your life elsewhere.

BUT: what if you had a choice? What if you were able to propose another location, just to “mix things up a bit”, to “bring something new to the table”, to find somewhere else just that bit less odious etc. etc.? Well, this new series of reviews is just for you. It does not profess to be comprehensive – it is purely based on where I’ve had the chance to go to for my after-work drinks during my potted career around London. It does not profess to offer magical places of alcoholic delight – some locations are just lacking  in good choices, but we just have to shut up and put up with what we have.

So, first off, we’re going to that God-forsaken No Man’s Land: south of the river (I jest, but only because I’m a south Londoner now). More specifically, I’m talking about that stretch between London Bridge and Tower Bridge, including the More London development.

Now, my office and team were pretty small, so I did not necessarily drink with my colleagues as such, but I still arranged to meet with friends and my girlfriend at the time at some of the local establishments for a refreshing, winding down/pumping up drink. Here are some of the places I used to hit up:

Horniman at Hays

Hays Galleria, SE1 2HD, 020 7407 1991, http://www.nicholsonspubs.co.uk/thehornimanathayslondonbridge/

Dark woods, chandeliers and ales. Sourced from Horniman at Hays website

Dark woods, chandeliers and ales. Sourced from Horniman at Hays website

This Nicholson’s pub has quite a few great things going for it: riverside location with a sizeable terrace, a rather large and characterful interior, an excellent and ever-changing range of guest ales and, previously, not bad prices. It’s great for sipping a pint of ale by the river, watching the sun set over the City, and having a natter with friends. The food’s pretty decent too, if you’re looking for something British and hearty.

Unfortunately, all of these positives do mean that the place can get horrifically busy in the immediate post-work crush. As in, elbows-out-sorry-don’t-mind-me-as-I-slip-and-slide-my-way-across-your-chest/back-and-inadvertently-fondle-you-with-my-beverage busy. Service does tend to be brisk at the bar though, seeing as they’re mainly pouring pints or glasses of wine, meaning you never have to wait too long.

On the flipside, the crowd does mean that it can be quite a lively place, good enough for getting you buzzing again after a hard day at the office. This is especially true in summer, when the crowds can comfortably spill out to the riverside and enjoy the fresh air.

Typical riverside views from the Horniman at Hays

Typical riverside views from the Horniman at Hays

I do miss being able to go to this pub more frequently. I am just about due a free pint from their discontinued loyalty card scheme – maybe I should see if I can go claim it.

VERDICT – A good place. Decent pub in a great setting. Sort yourself out with a pint of one of their guest ales, grab a table outside and enjoy the view over the Thames. Just bear in mind that everyone else is probably thinking the same thing.

The Mudlark

Montague Close, SE1 9DA, 020 7403 7364, http://www.nicholsonspubs.co.uk/themudlarklondonbridge/

Traditional beers on offer, as the ceiling goes. Ha! Sourced from Mudlark website

Traditional beers on offer, as the ceiling goes. Ha! Sourced from Mudlark website

A mudlark is someone who goes scavenging in river mud for any items of value – which, if you strike lucky, can be quite lucrative sometimes – but you certainly won’t find any in this pub, especially not of the traditional type. It’d be a bit smelly if you did get them coming in, so it’s no big loss.

What you get instead is another Nicholson’s pub with lots of character (imparted by heavy wooden beams and pillars supporting a white-washed brick ceiling) and a decent range of guest ales. Nicholson’s seem to do pretty well on guest ales and on ensuring their pubs look like they have lots of tradition and history behind them which, as far as pubs go, is quite a good thing. You expect a pub to have some history and character, otherwise what’s the point? Especially in an area as historic as Southwark, you want something that’s reflective of the surroundings.

But enough on that. What’s it like to drink at the Mudlark? I’ve always managed to find space to sit down, no matter how busy it got – either in the rather cosy interior or in the equally cosy courtyard outside. Cosy it may have been, but it’s not cheek-by-jowl cosy, so you can still have those intimate conversations. However, it can get a bit loud inside, but not deafeningly so, allowing for you to sit/stand around with colleagues in awkward silence not because you can’t hear them but because you don’t have anything in common with them.

So what I quite enjoyed doing with friends was coming here, having a pint and then following it up with a pie. The pies at the Mudlark are pretty decent and substantial for what they are, and will give you that wonderful warming feeling that is vital for survival in these cold winter months.

Pies, pies and more pies

Pies, pies and more pies

I still pop here if I am meeting with a friend in the London Bridge area – as it’s just around the corner from the station, it’s a perfect meeting spot before heading on home to New Cross.

VERDICT – A good place. Another characterful pub set in decent environs, with a good selection of ales and food that does satisfy. Despite its small size, there always seems to be enough space to squeeze a group in, which just adds to the busy and buzzing atmosphere. And as a stopping point before the rest of the evening, it’s perfect – down your pint, and away you go through London Bridge station.

 

The Shipwrights Arms

88 Tooley Street, SE1 2TF, 020 7378 1486, http://www.shipwrightsarms.co.uk/

Just so you know what it looks like from the outside. Sourced from The Shipwrights Arms website

Just so you know what it looks like from the outside. Sourced from The Shipwrights Arms website

Now this is a pub I did not frequent as often as the Horniman or the Mudlark, even though it was closer to the office.

According to their website, the pub was built in 1884 and still maintains its original tiled murals (ahh see, there we go – the history). Another feature which they’re quite proud of, and which does distinguish it from other bars and pubs in the area, is the high-ceilinged, cavernous space inside, within which the island bar in the middle seems rather dwarfed. It makes it feel rather roomier than it actually is – the place does get busy, presumably from the More London crowd situated just across the road.

The only times I’ve been have been during summer, so standing outside on the pavement in the sunshine has been pretty alright and certainly much more preferable to staying indoors.

So what is it about the Shipwrights Arms that meant I did not go there that frequently? There was no real particular reason, but perhaps there was a first impression that was formed in a very superficial fashion: the clientele there seems to be very male-dominated. Speaking as someone who has worked in the City and now Canary Wharf, to criticise a place for being male-dominated now sounds a bit rich of me… but I guess I like places that seem to offer a wide appeal, not that there’s anything particularly about The Shipwrights Arms itself that necessarily disadvantages itself in that manner any more than the other places. And certainly, the crowd doesn’t seem intimidating whatsoever. It’s just a, you know, standard pub.

Ah well. If you do find yourself at The Shipwrights Arms, you’re not doing too badly. There are far, far worse places to find yourself for a cheeky pint after work.

VERDICT – An okay experience. It’s a standard pub that has some distinctive features. It never struck me as being the most attractive and appealing place to go to, but that hasn’t stopped me from popping in there every now and then. And that’s probably what it’s good for – an occasional change from the usual watering hole. Certainly doesn’t do any harm.

Currently listening to: Andrew WK – Party Hard

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A View to Kill For: A Chinese Soirée at Hutong

Copyright of Hutong. Sourced from Hutong website

Copyright of Hutong. Sourced from Hutong website

Cuisine: Chinese

Address: Level 33, The Shard, 31 St Thomas Street, SE1 9RY

Area: London Bridge

Nearest Station: London Bridge

Tel.: 020 7478 0540

Website: http://www.aquahutong.co.uk/

Pricing: High

Good For: Views to die for, Atmospheric soirée, Feasting with friends, Place for romance, Smart-casual dining, Efficient service

I can’t quite remember the circumstances under which it happened, but at some point during my birthday drinks I was assigned the task of booking a table at Hutong for my group of friends. We were all given such tasks during a fit of merry proactivity; it was universally decided that Hutong would come first. Hardly fair for the birthday boy, I thought, considering I had just organised a killer night at Little Nan’s Bar (still riding that train).

Since this evening was my baby as well as the first event of what I guess we can now call our Dinner Club, I was a bit nervous as to whether Hutong could deliver the quality experience we were hoping for – after all, some of the reviews I’d read decried the prices charged for mediocre food, along with the ridiculous waiting time to make a reservation (I found that around about 5pm seemed to be the best time to call their reservation hotline). Additionally, if any of the other twelve Dinner Club members flaked out at the last minute, it would have left me being charged £20 per head for their absence, and I’m not sure I really am that generous.

Naturally, such mishaps would have left me feeling just a bit embarrassed, something my friends probably would have constantly reminded me of, because they’re nice like that.

I needn’t have worried. From the moment we arrived, just in time for sunset, we had a great evening. Firstly, you are most definitely paying for the setting: there are some outstanding views across the City, made more exciting by the new generation of skyscrapers rising up in the Bishopsgate/Gracechurch areas. Being up on the 33rd floor certainly offers a different perspective on how London looks – and having our own private room in the northwest corner certainly helped.

Sunset over London

Sunset over London

Staring down my nose at those in the City. Ha!

Staring down my nose at those in the City. Ha!

This enjoyment was further enhanced by the staff, who were very unobtrusive in letting us chat and mingle as we admired the views and waited for everyone to arrive – quite a nice and delicate touch.

Blazing orange over London

Blazing orange over London

Once we were all settled, it was decided that as the token ‘Chinese’ person in the group, my friend (check out her blog here, it’s rather lovely) would do the ordering for us. She was suitably helped by our waiter, who advised fairly accurately how much we would need to feed a whole table of 13 – we hit the mark of satisfied-but-not-stuffed pretty well.

And so the cavalcade of food began, each dish arriving in very quick succession, ensuring that our table – and our stomachs – was never empty.

We had quite a range of dishes – the benefits of being a large group and able to order huge amounts – that included pork dumplings (a suitable start to the night), Chinkiang pork ribs (succulent and extremely tasty), crispy de-boned lamb ribs (could not get enough of this) and Sichuan chilli chicken (these were an astonishing savoury delight), amongst many others.

Duck sliced at the table, as it should be

Duck sliced at the table, as it should be

One highlight of the evening was of course Peking duck. Carved at the table, as it should be, the duck that gave its life for us tonight blessed us with superbly crispy skin and such delicious and soft fat – the least you’d expect for £58 a duck. The second serving of the duck, once we were done with the skin, was stir-fried mince with onions and spices, a wonderful thing to mix in with plain rice. We all hankered after the duck, but alas one duck just about squeezes out enough meat for 13 people. Would it have been extravagant for us to order one more? Maybe. But it would have been tasteful extravagance, I think.

Spotlight on the night's champion

Spotlight on the night’s champion

Another highlight was the signature Red Lantern – a basket full of Sichuan dried chillis, Sichuan peppercorns, and crispy-fried soft shell crab. Aesthetically, it is very eye-catching, all reds and golds mixed together very auspiciously. Gastronomically, the crab was all perfect crunchiness and flavour, and the mix of the numbing peppercorns with the fieriness of the chillis was just about right. Again, it was a tight squeeze for nearly all of us (nearly – one of us has an unfortunately fatal relationship with shellfish) to get some crab.

Auspicious golds and red

Auspicious golds and red

Well-satisfied with what we ordered, we were rather pleased that there was space for dessert: crispy red bean cake (earthy sweetness in lightly crunchy pastry sheets), sticky sesame balls (gooey and not too sweet) and the cutest sweet thing I have seen yet this year: hedgehog-inspired steamed custard buns.

Edible pygmy hedgehogs - living the dream!!

Edible pygmy hedgehogs – living the dream!!

We’d been talking earlier about having pygmy hedgehogs frolicking in my garden (a serious and mature conversation, I assure you), so to have a tray of custard buns arrayed before us, with hedgehog spikiness and little black eyes was good fun. I’m still unsure as to whether it’s pure coincidence or whether they overheard our conversation (if so, for their reaction to involve hedgehog desserts as opposed to slowly walking away is a credit to them), but it filled us with endless delight. It also gave us the opportunity to play with our food. Eeeee!

Hungry hungry hedgehog

Hungry hungry hedgehog

All in all, it was a very pleasant and leisurely evening: a perfect setting, unobtrusive but helpful service and well-presented and flavourful food – the inaugural night of our Dinner Club had been quite the enjoyable success.

St Paul's in light and shadow

St Paul’s in light and shadow

And the best part? Our wallets were spared a massive hit. Sure, you could get just as filling and delightful a meal elsewhere for cheaper, but you wouldn’t have the service, view or the setting. At about £39 per head (sans alcohol, mind), we were able to enjoy all that as well as treat ourselves to a veritable feast, with space to order more if we wanted without seeming extravagant (still could have done with another Peking duck though). It certainly pays to have lots of friends to share food and bills with – as they say, a burden shared is a burden halved.

VERDICT – A good place. Overall, a memorable and enjoyable experience. You could go for the setting alone and be satisfied, but thankfully the food and service were also up to scratch. I’ve always readily enjoyed Chinese food as a banquet for many, and I would heartily recommend that you go to Hutong for the same. Though I’m sure as a romantic setting for your significant other, it would also be very impressive, you big spender you…

Currently listening to: Our Lady Peace – All My Friends

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Munching in Munich

Boy Mestizo’s food adventures in Munich

It’s that time of year again. You know the one I’m talking about: where you get jealous of colleagues and friends who take a cheeky weekend (or even cheekier weekday) flight down to Munich to partake in Oktoberfest and get wonderfully merry/horrifically drunk. Cue lots of photos of men in lederhosen and girls in dirndl. I’ve already overheard two conversations about Oktoberfest this week *sigh*. (Yes, I did start writing this back  in September… it has been a busy month)

How lederhosen and dirdnl should be worn *shudder* Sourced from http://www.dirndlguenstig.de/blog

How lederhosen and dirndl should be worn *shudder*

Well, I did get a taste of it the other Friday, when I arranged for some friends to go to the London Oktoberfest in Kennington Park. With a Groupon deal, each of the eight of us paid £5 and got a ½ pint, a pack of crisps, two sausages and a plate of chips in return – a wonderful way of easing us into an evening of, er, ‘socialising’… Suffice to say, a lot of actually decent specially-brewed-for-London-Oktoberfest beer was had by all, for some, maybe too much (no names, but you know who you are!). And it was so much fun, that I organised for some work colleagues to hit up a Thursday session in Millwall Park… but the less said about that, the better.

The civilised enjoyment of Germanic cultural activities

The civilised enjoyment of Germanic cultural activities

But it’s all made me think: what does the actual person think of Munich outside of the context of Oktoberfest (does the place even exist at other times of the year??)? We all think of beer and German sausage (ooh err), but there is a lot more for the average food-lover to appreciate there.

To set the scene, I visited Munich earlier this year in May for a few days to see a friend and take some much-needed time off between client projects. I was there to party, sight-see, sit in biergartens and eat and drink!

But what I did not realise was that May is asparagus season in Germany, and I must say, I have never seen a nation so obsessed with asparagus as the Germans. But the asparagus – spargel – that they are all stark-raving mad about is the white asparagus, which has been grown under soil and so has been denied sunlight. You can find them everywhere: there are special spargel menus in restaurants and cafés; there are stalls in the markets that sell nothing but spargel; and households are stocked with spargel. It has a milder flavour than the green stuff we are familiar with in this country, and I would also say that there is a slight creaminess about it as well. I was very fortunate in that I got to try it in a very traditional manner: lightly-steamed, served with ham, boiled potatoes and doused in Hollandaise sauce. Simple and tasty – I can see why it is much-loved, but I don’t quite think I share their obsessive national appreciation of spargel.

Finest Bavarian spargel on sale in the market

Finest Bavarian spargel on sale in the market

Spargel is EVERYWHERE

Spargel is EVERYWHERE

Spargelzeit!

Spargelzeit!

Spargel, ready to be cooked by my host for the trip

Spargel, ready to be cooked by my host for the trip

I do, however, appreciate a good amount of German sausage (oooh errr), but surprisingly I only had it twice when I was out there. My friend introduced me to an absolute winner of a breakfast item: weiβwurst. These big, fat, meaty veal sausages are boiled thoroughly until they are juicy and soft. Once done, the skin is peeled off (however, I am told it is edible) and then the delicately-flavoured sausage is served with a special sweet and mild mustard (weiβwurstsenf) on hunks of lightly-salted bread (brezn) – a mix of different tastes that match together very well. It is a hearty meal that makes for a rip-roaring start to the day.

The second instance of sausage fun times was some currywurst I had in a restaurant on the way up to Neuschwanstein. I was reliably informed by my friend that the Berliner version is far superior, but as an ignorant foreigner I didn’t know any better. The version I had was contextually amazing: the cold drizzle had swept down from the Alpine foothills and the temperature had correspondingly dropped, all of which was unfortunate because I seemed to be the only tourist there who hadn’t brought a thick coat. So, having freshly-cooked wurst swimming in spicy and thick curry ketchup over some really crunchy chips was a real life-saver.

Currywurst at Neuschwanstein

Currywurst at Neuschwanstein, washed down with a radler

So if I only had sausage twice over the course of four days, what else did I eat?

 

Der Wintergarten in Schwabing

Elisabethplatz 4 b, 80796 München, +49 89 27373134, http://www.wintergarten-schwabing.de/

No visit to Munich is complete without a trip to the local biergarten, and as it was a gloriously hot and sunny day (30c+), my friend was more than willing to oblige and take me to one. Ending up at Der Wintergarten in Schwabing, he introduced me to the radler, or as we in the English-speaking world know it, a shandy. Except, of course, that drinking shandies in Germany is perfectly acceptable for manly men like my good self. Seriously though, mixing up some good German beer, ideally wheat beer, with lemonade is extremely cooling and refreshing. I refuse to be judged for drinking a shandy (please don’t judge me, I have very thin skin).

To accompany my radler, I went for the Münchner Tellerfleisch mit Kartoffelsalat und frischem kren (Munich ‘plate meat’ with potato salad and fresh horseradish), more out of curiosity than anything else. “What is ‘plate meat’?”, “What is kren when it’s at home??” Even my German friend was not able to answer these questions. What I got was essentially cold cuts of cured pork, ham if you will, served with a creamy potato salad and a tart Bavarian horseradish pickle. A cooling and filling meal for a hot, hot day, but not quite the big fat hunk of hot meat (ooooh errrr) I was hoping for.

 

Zum Franziskaner

Residenzstraβe 9, D-80333 München, +49 89 2318120, http://www.zum-franziskaner.de/

I would get that big fat hunk of hot meat later that night, when I was taken to Zum Franziskaner for dinner. It’s one of the restaurants owned by the Franziskaner brewery, and it is admittedly a bit of a tourist spot: we had girls in dirndl, heavy wooden panels on the floors and walls, white-washed ceilings, and various Bavarian ornaments (antlers, heraldic devices etc.) scattered about. Atmospheric and decidedly Germanic – and priced for it too. To start, I had a glass of fine Franziskaner dunkel hefeweiβbier which was much-appreciated for its smoothness and depth of malty flavour.

Dark beauties

Dark beauties

And as for food… I was in it to win it, and my Niederbayerischer Krustenbraten in würziger Dunkelbiersauce mit Bayrisch Kraut unter Kartoffelknödel (Lower Bavarian roast pork in a spicy dark beer gravy, served with Bavarian cabbage and potato dumplings) was definitely a winner of a dinner. The gravy was deep and sweet and worked well with the tender and savoury pork, which was cooked just right. I’m always a fan of dumplings, and these were particularly fine ones, with a light crunchy crust encasing a nicely stodgy and smooth interior. A hearty meal – just what I like.

Doesn't that pork just look glorious?

Doesn’t that pork just look glorious?

Café Kunsthalle

Theatinerstraβe 8, 80333 München, +49 89 20802120, http://www.hypo-kunsthalle.de/newweb/informationen/cafe-e.html

The second day of my trip started off a bit grimly: slightly hungover and definitely very tired after the previous night’s shenanigans partying it up with the InterNations crowd, it was a real struggle to get out and about and appreciate Munich, especially on what was looking to be a wet day. We eventually made it to the Residenz, the former palace of the Electors/Kings of Bavaria, but an afternoon traipsing around appreciating the residence somewhat took it out of us. We retired to the nearby Café Kunsthalle for a spot of coffee and a taste of a local dessert. If Vienna has its Sacher torte, Munich arguably has its Herrentorte, or ‘Gentleman’s cake’. It’s a finely layered creation of marzipan and dark chocolate – perhaps a bit too rich and cloyingly sweet for me, but still pleasant enough. Café Kunsthalle did a pretty decent version, though it left me struggling afterwards.

Rich and chocolatey, a torte only for gentlemen

Rich, chocolatey and marzipany, a torte only for gentlemen

Airbräu

München Airport Center, Terminalstraβe Mitte 18, 85356 München, +49 89 97593111, http://www.munich-airport.de/en/micro/airbraeu/index.jsp

But let’s save the best for last. My friend had told me that there was a biergarten at the airport, which I thought would prove very useful in providing a decent alternative to the dreaded airplane food (not that Lufthansa was that bad, mind). So, determined to have a last beer and possibly even a plate of wurst, I settled into the attractive settings of the Airbräu. Even if you aren’t there for beer, you should definitely spend some time there – it’s all outdoors but covered by the gigantic glass roof that protects the giant courtyard in front of the airport. There are fountains, plants, flowers… it’s a veritable wonderland of alcohol and meat.

Glass and steel, steel and glass

Glass and steel, steel and glass

But it’s a wonderland that should come with a food coma warning.

Not quite knowing what I was getting myself into, I asked for the ½ gegrillte Airbräu-Schweinshaxe auf Ismaninger Faskraut und Semmelknödel, which is essentially half a roast pork knuckle served with cabbage and bread dumplings. What this translates to is a MASSIVE meal. Sooo much tender, tasty meat encased inside a crunchy and well-roasted exterior; such fine and soft bread dumplings that soaked up the more-ish gravy perfectly; and the Faskraut was tart in flavour and crisp in texture.

Munich's last farewell - a real killer blow

Munich’s last farewell – a real killer blow

It was such a delightfully meaty and savoury send-off from Munich, one that I would heartily recommend. But do note that it very nearly KO’d me, almost preventing me from making my gate on time. So yes, do go there on your way out of Munich, but approach the Airbräu with caution.

So there you go: a quick culinary introduction to Munich and Bavaria. As you can see, there is a bit more to the place than just wheat beer and sausages. I could go on at length about leberkäse (a meatloaf-type of meat that goes particularly well with strong mustard and fried onions) and obazda (Camembert mixed with butter and spices, especially caraway seeds, that spreads wonderfully on bread), but I’m afraid that I might just make you all a bit too hungry. And then you’d have to go to Munich in order to buy some; I just don’t want to be responsible for the subsequent spending of moneys that you would have to undertake to satisfy these cravings.

And to think I barely scratched the surface (I’m thinking in particular of the Dallmayr delicatessen) – guess that means I’ll just have to go back to Munich soon *sigh*. Who’s with me?

Currently listening to: Therapy? – Femtex

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