Weisses Bräuhaus is the perfect place to spend an afternoon on such a depressingly dark and gloomy day. The vibe inside was lively and the moment I stepped in I felt at home. All around, waitresses ran around carrying giant glasses of beer as if they weight nothing and everyone was drinking giant, half-liter steins of beer in all sorts of colors. The warm, inviting atmosphere was filled with chatter like a high school cafeteria and the intoxicating aroma of sausages with sauerkraut wafted through the air. The walls of the beer hall were covered in the typical white stucco outlined in dark brown wooden support beams and the windows were made of beautiful stained class. Outside I could see all the unfortunate people running around with their umbrellas in the pouring rain.
The hell with that, this was where I belonged today. The rest of Munich can wait until tomorrow.
Completely dumbfounded by the German menu, I found a section that I looked like draft beers and arbitrarily pointed at one when the waitress came by to take my order. She smiled and later came back with a nice, big half-liter glass of this crisp, amber, nectar of the gods. Although I was all alone, I cheerfully sat drinking my beer and turned to my right where there were two older men speaking German. While their English was hit or miss, we chatted the afternoon away in what can only be described as a comical hybrid of charades and pictionary. When they departed, I noticed the rain was still bearing down, so I ordered another beer, some sausages, and sauerkraut.
I was in no rush to leave. This place had everything I needed to survive the storm.
