The Muckers, who have lived and worked in Germany for several army generations, alerted us to the fun and so we met them there, grabbing our seats in the coolest and quietest corner of the beer tent (i.e. not very cool or quiet). We dined on Frankfurter and spatzle while quenching our thirst with Weiss and Oktoberfest, standing up to toast whenever the band demanded, which was often. I'm always dubious of any menu that prefaces itself with "Authentic" but everything was delicious, and there was a kids' tent where a Punch and Judy show took place - not the most German of traditions but from the other side of the Atlantic, so close enough. They were also selling ear plugs for $3.
Welcome!
Just like the real thing.
Who knew there were so many Germans around here?
Full band.
First beer of the morning.
A (fake?) German family photobombed our lunch.
Claire, who speaks fluent German, lent some authenticity to proceedings.
In the kids' tent.
In the adults' tent.
Horn section.
Authentic hunger.
Nothing authentic here.
Come with a child, leave with a Smurf. Or is that Belgium?
