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Passing, um, notes in Munich...
Yes, there really are women here, not working in hotels or restaurants, who wear dirndl-dresses. Simply as nice normal clothes. I've seen a few older guys in lederhosen, but velvet vests seem much more common. I have two or three sweeties that I think would look good in a dirndl... hmm. Must look up women's sizing charts.
Bretzes put home-grown soft pretzels to shame, but I'm still not ready to eat them for breakfast. Even with Nutella... OTOH, Germany takes "continental" breakfasts seriously, unlike US hotel versions where "continental" equals "substandard" breakfast. Lots of protein, here... cheeses and yogurts and cold cuts and sausages and 15 kinds of breads and spreads, including the bretzes ;).
Including croissants. I keep forgetting how much better these are over here, compared to the chewy bland ones I'm used to at home. These are actually worth eating.
Men's suits: Lighter colors, beige or grey, with wide lapels and wider ties (or no tie at all).
Give me *anything* with kirsch, I'm crazy for cherries...
I now have favorite beers, after consuming more this week than in the rest of 2005 combined... even with the two days of hospital down time. And my doctors told me to drink a lot after I was released. Really. They told me specifically to drink lots of beer, as a diuretic and UT anaesthetic. Only in Germany, I guess, would my urologist prescribe me to drink 2 liters of weissbier. Anyway... my favorite is Paulaner weissbier... lovely clove and banana, not overwhelming, but tickling, smooth and luscious. Next favorites: Ayinger dunkles (nutty, malty, no backkick aftertaste) and Spaten helles (deceptively smooth and refreshing, until I try to stand up).
"Prosit, am prooosit.... " and counting to four in German. Although I can't down more than 25cl before I start to gag...
Yes, that was me last night in front of my boss and JPL management, up singing songs that I didn't understand and dancing with strangers... (grin).
Cured meats... this will be my all-time 5-weeks-of-nitrites tour... between the jamon in Spain and the wurst and loaves and cuts here.
Bretzes put home-grown soft pretzels to shame, but I'm still not ready to eat them for breakfast. Even with Nutella... OTOH, Germany takes "continental" breakfasts seriously, unlike US hotel versions where "continental" equals "substandard" breakfast. Lots of protein, here... cheeses and yogurts and cold cuts and sausages and 15 kinds of breads and spreads, including the bretzes ;).
Including croissants. I keep forgetting how much better these are over here, compared to the chewy bland ones I'm used to at home. These are actually worth eating.
Men's suits: Lighter colors, beige or grey, with wide lapels and wider ties (or no tie at all).
Give me *anything* with kirsch, I'm crazy for cherries...
I now have favorite beers, after consuming more this week than in the rest of 2005 combined... even with the two days of hospital down time. And my doctors told me to drink a lot after I was released. Really. They told me specifically to drink lots of beer, as a diuretic and UT anaesthetic. Only in Germany, I guess, would my urologist prescribe me to drink 2 liters of weissbier. Anyway... my favorite is Paulaner weissbier... lovely clove and banana, not overwhelming, but tickling, smooth and luscious. Next favorites: Ayinger dunkles (nutty, malty, no backkick aftertaste) and Spaten helles (deceptively smooth and refreshing, until I try to stand up).
"Prosit, am prooosit.... " and counting to four in German. Although I can't down more than 25cl before I start to gag...
Yes, that was me last night in front of my boss and JPL management, up singing songs that I didn't understand and dancing with strangers... (grin).
Cured meats... this will be my all-time 5-weeks-of-nitrites tour... between the jamon in Spain and the wurst and loaves and cuts here.
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I wanted one soooo freaking badly, but couldn't justify the cost. Yes, they're lovely. Someday, someday.
I'm soo freaking glad now that I didn't get one while I was there. It wouldn't fit any longer. ::grin::
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I have a weakness for very sour cherry preserves...
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Sounds like an upbeat end to the trip...or at least the wurst is over (oh, wait, you're having that for dinner, right? ;) )
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And some of the, hm, bolder women not only can store objects there (waitresses and mustard packets :) but have definite hips. Almost a corseted effect...
OTOH, a dirndl *skirt* would seen hard to keep aligned, unless a woman had skinny hips. (Looks out the window)
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Erm...no. I think I'll pass on that one.
*shudders involuntarily*
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Waitresses?
Now I'm impressed. *weg*
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There are lots of large-hipped Bayerisch women, and quite a few wear dirndls. The ways that they seem to make this work is (a) that the pleats on larger-sized dirndl-dresses are deeper, so don't "break" in quite the same way, and (b) women here cleverly break up the vertical transition between waist and hips by accessorizing with something with a strong horizontal line, typically a decorative contrasting apron which hangs down in front and makes a breakline around the back, so the hips don't seem to stick out.
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Moan... *brat!*
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*rimshot*
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/bitter
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*scrambles futilely for a Sgt. Schultz icon*