Munich Cricket Club, Westminster, SW1

Eine Parodie einer bayerishchen Bierkeller, hinunterbeschreibt. Ich redete mit dem Oberkellner, der nicht aus Bayern sondern aus NordDeutchland stam, und er erklaerte, das diese Kneipe eine Konzept war: ie that this was a German’s idea of what a Bavarian Brauhaus was, and he thought it was the German perception of what the English thought a German bar should look like. It’s the equivalent of someone from Essex opening an Irish bar in Portugal. Either way, it was all a bit surreal; the banging of glasses on the neat little rows of tables with their monastic-looking benches called to mind a very different Munich experience from a very Different Germany. It gets quite crowded in the evenings leaving very little Lebensraum. Six Bavarian and German beers on draft, expensive and predictable in taste due to the Bavarian Beer Purity regulations and served cold as is the custom over there. German food was advertised, but there were no Pommes (chips), the Saurkraut tasted like it came from Sainsbury’s and the Kartoffelsalat was just whole boiled potatoes with salad cream on them. OK, it’s a bit of fun, but it’s not quite authentic in any sense of the word, and I don’t think I’ll be annexing it any time soon. Mein Luftkissenfahrzeug ist voller Aalen.

All right if you like German beer and German TV which for some reason was showing. I found it a bit dark but no doubt livens up at night.