From Prague we drove to Munich, but stopped to have lunch in Pilsen, Czech Republic.  Cute little town, we had a couple beers (duh) and some great food.  I’m constantly so shocked by how good all food is here, it’s always fresh no matter where you are really.

Then off to Munich.  If there is something to do in Munich besides go to biergartens, drink huge beers, and east sausage and pretzels, we’re unaware.

Along the way we saw the city as well (and ate some more sausage).

Later that night we headed to dinner at a little local biergarten, and caught our first real “we hate Americans” vibe.  We sat down and ordered a beer, and were looking at the menu (trying to decipher it) and decide on something to order.  We noticed that there was wifi at the restaurant, which we were in desperate need of due to a booking error that meant we had no wifi for our 3 days in Munich (which was kinda  a big deal since we only have the next 2 days booked at any given point), so we asked the waiter for the password.  He says some indecipherable German phrase, and as I try to enter it into my phone he goes “you don’t know how to spell it, how do you expect to enter it?”  So he proceeds to write it down on a piece of paper, all the while we’re being super appreciative that he’s trying to help us in English, and tosses it at us.  This is what is said:

WTF. I mean I’m sure that if I spoke German, I would be able to figure this out.  But he already knew where our German skills were at.  Things got worse from there.  As Matt points to the menu to order the guy interrupts him and says that the kitchen is closing in 20 minutes, and pretty much ends the discussion.  At first we were like ok, we can understand that, don’t want to push the time limit, but then another guy comes and sits down next to us after that incident, is handed a menu, given 5 minutes to order, and then has his order taken.  So yeah, we just decided to leave, which I’m so glad we did because we ended up at an AMAZING Italian restaurant with the nicest people ever.  I know, I know, Italian food in Munich?  But it was authentic from this little Italian lady and was out of control.  Made us so excited for Tuscany!

At the Italian restaurant though, Matt had quite the dilemma.  Up until this point we were mainly relying on pictures for bathroom sexing, but this one blew his mind.   If you’re an American in Germany in an Italian restaurant, which would you chose?  He chose wrong.  He got it right the second time. 😉

The next day we took care of some logistical things, ie. did laundry and booked airbnbs, and then headed to Matt’s mission in life, the Hofbräuhaus.  He was a happy boy.

The moment he’s been waiting for:

The next day we hit up even more biergartens, and a Keith Haring exhibit!  More to come tomorrow!