So… this is a depressing WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge. Gone, But Not Forgotten is this week’s topic and it’s full of war memorials and dead dogs. Just. Can’t. Even. Is the gray sky, snow flurries, and mall traffic not enough gloom this week? Not to mention my cat is at home right now chewing the life out of all the wrapped Christmas presents under my tree. OK I may not have the worst problems… Well, having just recovered from a cold that wouldn’t quit I am feeling great and refuse to be a downer!
The magnificence you are witnessing here is me tackling my first Maß beer in Germany. We had just arrived in Munich and spent the morning at Dachau Concentration Camp (see, war memorials for days!) and beers could wait no longer! After all, that’s literally why we went to Germany. We wandered into this little beer joint you may have heard of if you’ve been anywhere near Germany, the Hofbrauhaus, and I spent the next four hours doing just this. Probably still working on the same glass, actually.
The Maß (pronounced like ‘moss’) is popular in Bavarian culture (beer gardens, Oktoberfest, my house on Friday nights) and represents a one liter glass drinking vessel with a handle that features the brewery on the front. Did you hear me? I said ONE LITER. You could actually drown in your beer. Oh, and that shit is heavy – you will always find me with two hands on deck.
The mug holds one liter of golden deliciousness and features a calibration indentation near the top. This is the one liter mark and the beer (excluding the foam) should not be presented to you below this level. This is considered fraud and the Verein gegen betrügerisches Einschenken (VGBE) , aka the ‘Coalition Against Fraudulent Pouring [of beer]’ is there to fight for your rights as beer drinkers*. I’ve said it before and I will say it again, GERMANS ARE SERIOUS ABOUT THE BREW, Y’ALL.
Though that beer is now long, loooong gone, it is certainly not forgotten! What started out as an interest in Bavarian culture quickly transformed into the steamy, drunken love affair it now is, and a lot of it has to do with the inspiring four hours spent at the Hofbrauhaus in the middle of the day. I lifted my first Maß and became infatuated with dirndls. I belted out Ein Prosit at the top of my lungs (25 times) and got man-handled by a drunken old cattle herder that looked like a German Santa Claus. And I learned what a weenie I am after seeing the female server carry TEN Maß beers while I used both hands to lift one. WEENIE!
*Or, fight. for your right. to paaaaarrtaaayyy! Whichever way you want to look at it.