The Cow Goes ‘Moo’
And so did the steak on my plate. It might have even twitched. Our last night in Florence was marked by a quest to find an eatery for the famous local Florentine Steak. It was described to us as ’so tender you can cut it with a spoon’. How can you not want to try that?
Our dinner companions were Gillian and one of our hostel roomates, a peculiar girl named JJ who shared way too much information about her last European hookup in a bunk bed. Yuck. After walking about a mile in the pouring rain, we end up at a restaurant famous for its steak, but it’s freaking packed. So we turn around and go to the first place that seems decent — kind of defeats the whole purpose of walking that far for a specific restaurant, but we were hungry. We order a bottle of house red and an appetizer, then it’s onto the steak. We realized that after the waiter took our order, he never asked us how we wanted it cooked. Not good. The steak arrives at the table and it appears nicely cooked — charred on the outside, great set of herbs and it smells divine. I cut into it and I swear it tried to bite me. That thing was more raw than probably even the tuna sashimi I love so much back home. Woah. I manage to power through it and it’s actually not that bad. In fact, it’s quite tasty but I couldn’t finish it all because the thought of completely raw beef was turning me off. I tried squeezing some lemon on it in hopes that it would somehow magically cook some more, but hey, can’t win ‘em all!
Florence was great, an unbelievable experience filled with some great photos, great friends and some much needed relaxing. Goodbye Florence, Hello Munich!
Ready, Set, Drink!
We get to Munich off a night train from Florence and get to the hostel at 6am. Holy crap, German language is killing me. At least Italian had some similarity to French. German? Forget about it. Miraculously we found our hostel despite the crazy bad directions on Hostelworld.com.
Once we get there we immediately meet 2 pairs of other travelers. First we have Melanie and Josie from Montreal (Go Canada!) and Tracy and Matt from Houston, Texas. In other cities we hadn’t managed to meet people so quickly so this was great. All of them were so friendly and interesting. Definitely made our time in Munich unforgettable! There is nothing like sharing large quantities of beer with a large group of people!
The first night we do a free walking tour around the city, wasn’t bad although many of us thought he was making stuff up some of the time. On the tour, I meet 2 lovely girls, Julie and Lauren, from Australia that are a complete blast. Not to mention gorgeous
I think I might be in love for the first time in Europe
Later in the day the 6 of us decide to go to Oktoberfest.. probably 5pm. We walk around Oktoberfest and it is freaking crazy. Much more of a carnival atmosphere than I expected, reminds me of Playland back home in Vancouver except this one has over 12 gargantuan beer tents and 18″ long bratwursts.
We immediately go to the world famous Hofbrau tent and we manage to snag a
table for all of us despite most tables being reserved a year in advance. We quickly order a round of beer, each being 1 Liter (3 beers)! Over the course of 2 hours, I manage to polish off 2 steins and Colene does an admirable job of just over 1. So by 8pm we´re all drunker than you can imagine, I just wish I could post up more pictures.
At some point I get up to go to the restroom and the line is insane. While in line, I see a dude standing there with 2 beer steins in his hand. His buddy is yaking in the stall so loudly its making everyone else in line queezy. He busts out of the stall, belches and grabs the 2nd beer out of his friend’s hand and is drinking again before even leaving the restroom. These germans can drink!
By the time I get back to the table, everyone is mysteriously gone. Didn’t help I was gone for 30 mins! They probably figured I fell in.
I walk outside and conveniently run into Melanie, Josie and Colene. Colene looks at me and, in a priceless moment, exclaims ‘I’m sick. I need to go back to the hostel’. The look on her face was hilarious as I’ve never seen her this drunk, even at her birthday last month where she drank a fish bowl of mystery alcohol.
We both pass out in our bed about 8:45pm and sleep for 12 hours ready for another day at Oktoberfest. Go Munich! This place is completely unreal.. the partying, drinking and mass of people is like nothing you’ve ever seen. Anyone up for going next year?
Good new, Bad News
Good news: Munich has coffee to go! Something I’ve been missing ever since I first landed in Europe.
Bad news: The coffee here universally stinks. I don’t even think it’s possible to make coffee that tastes this bad everywhere you go. We have it so good back in Seattle it’s not even funny.
Good news: We can finally eat something other than pizza and pasta here in Munich.
Bad news: We’ve basically exchange pasta and pizza for bread and bratwurst. After 8 bratwursts in 2 days, I sick at the thought of meat in a bun for the first time in my life. I’m terrified Munich has ruined weiner-shaped meat for me for the rest of my life.
Good news: The hostel we’re staying in is the cleanest and best one yet. Total party atmosphere with great people.
Bad news: we’re paying through the nose for it, they double the rates during Oktoberfest.. b*stards.
We’re off on a night train to Prague on Thursday night and arrive Friday morning bright and early at 8am. Bradley, a fellow Canadian that we met in Rome, is joining us for the weekend to party it up. After Prague it’s off to London where I finish my trip off and get to see Spencer finally after a few years of separation. I’m stoked!