Divamensch

TUES AUG 12

We met in Scott’s room at around 7:45am. He told me about his night out - - he had gone to the nearby gay area and checked out a few bars, a community center (with a lending library, imagine), various other offerings. He was impressed. Maybe it was a Monday night situation but the people at these places appeared to be “well-heeled” older gay men rather than rabid young twinks. It would probably be a different atmosphere on a Friday night.

 

Scott said one of the most interesting elements of his evening was seeing how quickly things change in our neighborhood. He walked down our street, where there were no white people, walked two blocks over, and there were no people of color.

 

We walked over to breakfast at a spot we had found the night before, the Mauerer Café, established in 1936. Lots of signage in English, that’s always appreciated. Scott had a sampler with two rolls, a few slices of meat, cheese, yogurt, some little veggies (which he said would never be served for breakfast in the US),  and butter and jam. I had a croissant stuffed with arugula, scrambled eggs, and swiss cheese. I had a small coffee, he had a large coffee. Very delicious.

 

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The guy working the counter was non stop yet full of smiles. He was amused that I gave our order in German when clearly I didn’t speak German. I ordered two coffees, one small and one large. He laughed and said, “Ach ja, klein UND groß!” [Oh yes, small AND large!]

 

I went on to my laundry excursion. Everything was easy to manage, especially since the signs were in German and English. I was tickled when a young Asian guy came up to me and asked in English how it all works. I filled him in and he was appreciative.

 

I had a lunch date with a colleague from Tiffany. She’s Austrian and came to the US with her husband a few years ago and got a job at Tiffany as the assistant to one of the VPs, just like my job only for someone else. She moved to Munich last fall and got a job at Tiffany over there. She suggested the place and we had a super delicious lunch, roasted cauliflower with a pea sauce and figs on the side. It was a real treat catching up with her. She gave me a little cultural context on the dirndl, that was probably the one element of lunch that will stick with me the longest.

 

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I walked around a bit and headed back to the hotel. I was tickled to see that a hotel down the street is called Hotel Wallis. I hope it was in honor of the one and only Wallis Simpson, the Duchess of Windsor.

 

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It was our last night in Munich so thought it was important to get our schnitzel on. We found an amazing beer garden, Andy’s Krablergarten.

 

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We split a schnitzel made with horseradish and sweet mustard (both rather subtle) with potato cucumber salad and a warm red cabbage dish on the side. All of it supreme. I also had a beer.

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We were in a pseudo gay area so we peeked in a few windows and popped in at a few bars. We chatted up the guy in charge at one of those bars, or was he chatting us up? He was a delight, seemed to be happy to practice his English, and gave us a hug when we left. Aw. He gave Scott one of these posters. Hello Lederhosen.

 

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