Catching a breath & a brew with Brewer
after a stretch of poetic rendezvous
in a state earning its name misery,
Hofbräuhaus welcomes us after 5.
Sitting in majestic hall
where many of drink
found their glorious end,
I ask my tour mate,
Half-liter or whole?
That’s an awful lot,
he says with uncertainty.
Off in the great place of Munich,
the rule to this day remains:
If you’re going to be in this hall
after 5 when the day draws long,
you better get yourself a grown man beer.
So, we clink, drink,
sink, & think
until forces call us
to come home.
We're the Ezine dedicated to all things barroom. We are slightly off what others consider the norm and always the last to close the bar. If you prefer the local dive bar to the glitz of some overpriced club then you're our kind of people. So welcome grab a drink and enjoy.
Wednesday, August 4, 2021
Beer Hall Rule By Tim Heerdink
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