I’m sorry for the double, but I have to add that drinking german beer has left me spoiled in comparison to American “beer,” While on a flight home to the U. States, I ordered a Miller Light (in a can)
It was absolutely disgusting. “What the hell is this crap?”
This isn’t snobbery. Even the lowliest blue collar worker in germany kicks back some of the best brew around, at a good price with nary a fern in the bar. In America, micro-brews are pretty popular, but at eight bucks a six pack, it’s kinda pricey compared to the german ale. You know what else is alright with me?
I go to my favorite haunt in the good ole’ US of A.
“Gimme a draw,” I say. Costs a buck, and they hand what appears to me is an orange juice glass.
“Pay up,” sez the look on the barmaids face.
Okay, I reach for my wallet. Five minutes later, after I literally force myself to consume this cloying, seemingly urine derived beverage, I order another one. Repeat, ad nauseum, ad infinitum.
Read: It not only tastes like shit, the glasses are too small. Maybe I should order a pitcher, but geez.
Those spiffy card coasters that you see with the beer brands on them have a purpose other than setting your beer on.
They provide the record of how many beers you’ve had!
In Bavaria at least, you don’t pay till you go home.
Essentially, you run a tab even if you’ve never been to the bar before.
Each beer you drink warrants an “X” on your card, marked by the beertender for each beer they serve. Food and ciggies are summed as well.
Can you imagine how much time they save from running around and having to give change for each and every beer they serve on a busy Saturday night?