This place was huge. We ate giant, warm soft pretzels & french fries with mayo (well, the kids had ketchup). And the beer, oh the BEER! Lily had her beloved Fanta & poor Ben had bubbly apple juice (He hates anything carbonated & even the water has bubbles here). The music was disappointing. We waited for a while to see the band, which played American covers. (Donny Osmand? barf. The Germans LOVE it). The tent was so cool though
There were drawings of saints or kings on the side wall. The one above & to the right of the Lucky Strike sign was Aloisious. (what what?!)
That was a large. Ouch.
Hey, there's no drinking age in Germany, right? Ben, help me finish this! (Just kidding! And the drinking age is 18).
This was our waiter Daniel. He told us that he wanted to be a waiter forever & then we realized his English wasn't that great & he had bigger dreams :)
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