David Mitchell
Now we are finally onto an interesting subject.
I grew up in a non-alcholic home. Mom was Methodist and dad had an ulcer that would punish him severely everytime he even breathed near an open container of alcohol. But once in a blue-moon, he would pour "one finger" of something that claimed was "nectar of the gods", Wild Turkey - neat.
He would sip it slowly like it was sweet candy gold and then lt let an "ahhh" as he enjoyed swallowing. But then he would pay dearly for his sins later that night in the bathroom. It burned his stomach lining so bad he could hardly take the pain.
I did not drink any more than a sip or two of Budweiser, (which Mom kept in the garage for when "company" came), until I went to Salzbburg, Austria for a summer language program in 1965. A plane load of students (college and high school) arrived in Munich, and before making the two hour trip to Salzburg, they bussed us all into downtown Munich for lunch at the famous "Hofbrauhaus" - sight of a 400, or maybe 600 year-old brewey and tourist restauant. Quite a palce - and one I have re-visited several times over the years.
(also famous for being the site of a young Austrain who would get up on the tables in the street level first floor and speak to the studnets about his highly controversial political ideas)
We figured out ehthemenu and lunch came with lots of the local beer. Served by ladies in those bosom enhancing "dirndles" - the traditional local country dress (and guys in their "lederhosen"). I ordered "ein bier" - a one liter glass mugs of the fresh brew. And the ladies delivered 5 huge mugs in each hand - as they pushed their way through the crowd with one liter glass mugs.
I only did this because I did not know how to order "ein halb" (a half), or "ein dritte" (a third), or even "ein viertal" (a quarter), and because I did not want to embarrass myself amongst all these new "clasmates". As we waited, I was learning that this was not like Ameican beer. It was NOT 6%, but closer to 12 or 14%, and also not pasturized, leaving the raw delicious taste to an unprepaired "rookie". It was delicous!
I got about one third of the way through my "liter" when I realized someone had switched on the "merry-go-round" and I had to stop eating so I could grab both sides of my seat to avoid being thrown off while the spinning grew more intense. On the bus ride down to Salzburg, two of the older guys (college) got sick in the back of the bus.
As that summer wore on, my roomate and I learned some of the specai places in Salzburg and fell in love with one Austrian beer called Gosser (with an "umlaut" over the "O", which I cannot type - making the pronunication more like "Gesser").
We had grown fed up with the food at our studnet dinning hall and found a local tavern nearby that was a half-flight of steps down into a very "locals only" type of place, with great food. Wwe would go there about once a week. One night we went in and the only table they had was the "stamtish", the table reserved in many Europena-culterd restaurant for the owners family. We were seated in this raised platform table near the center of the room. It was a booth with a wall on one side but we were a bit obvious to the guests on the main side of the rroom.
We ordered a liter of "Gesser" and a favorite dish. We gulped down the beer and our "Cordon blue" (double Weiner Snitzel wrapped around gruyere cheese). We were getting sloshed and still hungry when the waiteress came to ask if we wanted dessert. We told (maybe yelled was more like it) in our drunken, broken German that it was the "bestest Cordon Blue in dem ganzen welt". (best Cordon blue in the whole world!) and we ordered a second dinner and a second liter. She thought we were joking at first, and it started the whole place laughing. They must have been thinking, "look at those two drunken American kids!"
We finished and stumbled up the stairway to the street and leaned on each other the entire way back to our apartment. I have never become a huge beer drinker, but to this day I have never tasted anything quite as good as that.
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