The Bierkeller
Strap on your lederhosen and handlebar moustaches and don't mention the war or 1966. Strong tutonic libations come in thick two pint glasses with oversized heads and once you've had a couple of sharpeners, this is one of the few places where they actively encourage you to scramble up on the table and make a fool of yourself. If you can have a whole night without resorting to xenophobic chants about the war or World Cup I'll buy you a stein.
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