A Step Back into Old Nürnberg at the Trödelstuben Beer and Wine Tavern

A Step Back into Old Nürnberg at the Trödelstuben Beer and Wine Tavern

  On the Old Antique and Second-Hand Market The Trödelstuben’s very name hints at what’s in store inside while also gesturing to the city’s past. It’s a warren of discrete nooks and crannies with wrought iron, coloured glass depicting motifs of Old Nürnberg, wood reliefs 

Bamberg’s Sandkerwa: A Beer Lover’s Beer Fest

Bamberg’s Sandkerwa: A Beer Lover’s Beer Fest

  ~If you’re in the vicinity of Bamberg this weekend, mark Thursday, 21 August to Monday, 25 August on your calendars!~   Where the Altstadt Becomes a Bierstadt For five days in late August, Bambergers gather to commemorate the consecration of the tiny Chapel of 

In Munich: Your Guide to the City’s Beer Gardens, Beerhalls, and Breweries

In Munich: Your Guide to the City’s Beer Gardens, Beerhalls, and Breweries

  ~Munich Beyond Oktoberfest~   The very sound of the word Munich is enough to conjure up fond memories for fans of German beer, memories of languid afternoons in beer gardens, of joyous and occasionally raucous beer festivals, of winter evenings in beerhalls drinking warming 

Forchheim: Three Breweries and a Forest of Beer Cellars

Forchheim: Three Breweries and a Forest of Beer Cellars

  Forchheim is the gateway to Franconian Switzerland, a beer region with a density of breweries like no other. Yet if it weren’t for beer, you’d probably only know of Forchheim as a stop on the trainline between Nürnberg and Bamberg. But it wasn’t always 

Beer Garden Ambles in Southern Munich

Beer Garden Ambles in Southern Munich

  ~The Lay of the Land~ Munich. Beer gardens. And beer hiking. Three things I can’t get enough of. Put them all together and you have a ramble that takes you to some of Munich’s most beloved and most illustrious beer gardens. For years I’d 

Eduard von Grützner, Painter of Beer-Quaffing Monks

Eduard von Grützner, Painter of Beer-Quaffing Monks

  At the Wirtshaus   It’s early evening and you’ve just hiked over the hill from the next town. An elaborate wrought-iron sign marks the spot, an old wizened door beckons. Inside, the Wirtshaus echoes with the sounds of merriment and the clinking of glasses.