The hay merchant

the wait is over…

Unless you live out in amber fields of grain, it’s very likely you know who cocktail geniuses Bobby Heugel and Kevin Floyd are.  Don’t ring a bell?  How about a little place called Anvil Bar and Refuge?  Yes, that Anvil.  Now, take the detail, understanding and utter craft of Anvil but replace those shelves of bottles with a wall of taps and what do we have…The! Hay! Merchant!

Wanting to add more roots in one of the most historic areas of Houston, our resident mixologists took a gamble on the shuttered Chances bar and embarked on a meticulous renovation. Located on the bend down in Montrose (1100 Westheimer Road) we now have Underbelly on one side, The Hay Merchant on the other, a perfect synthesis in the redone space. You probably already knew this though because everyone in town was writing about it. Houston foodies were collectively salivating for the day that the creative team of Floyd and Chef Antoine Ware (of Catalan and Brasserie 19 fame) opened their doors to let you inside their sudsy homage to Houston past. Salvation finally came and as the Field of Dreams taught us … if you build it, he will come. Get the reference and get here early because this place is hoppin’…yes, I did.

The Hay Merchant just wants to fit in. So much so, they secured two generous parking lots in an area of town that has sparse excess parking. Bike racks? Right out front and well used! Should you not care for either of these options, they have valet ready to whisk away the Benz to a safe and happy lot just around the corner. All this is in an effort to coexist with the surrounding borough and keep everyone happy, no doubt an admirable cause, and one that took a lot of effort.

So here you are, and you are ready to drink! But first, the building. Visually striking, the interior is a tasteful use of wood and metal, raw masonry, and check out those doors; this place just gives off that “like a boss” vibe. Tributes to the city are tossed all around the bar.  A manhole cover and actual paver bricks from Houston streets of yore? Check. Handmade taps? Check. Lots of tables inside, but this place is already foaming over. Ha. The patio tables are probably full too, but plenty of standing room for enjoying views of the downtown skyline. Beer?! Okay, okay.  Beer enthusiasts unite! 80-yes-80 carefully selected beers are on tap!  8-0! Served in the appropriate glassware and kegs meticulously stored at the correct temperature…The Hay Merchant is ready to serve you, impeccably so, some of the best craft beers available.  Follow the organized and detail rich menu or just ask if you need some guidance. This place is an honest-to-goodness journey through craft beer that happily wants to help you step outside the commercial beer box. There is no going bock now.  Be adventurous, and keep that sense of humor – much needed water is served in repurposed King Cobra malt liquor 40oz bottles.

Well, you finally got a table so don’t wait any lager!  Flip over that beer menu. “Just Try It”, “Snacky Things” and “You Know You Want It” divvy up the food offerings so settle in and enjoy some of the delights Chef Ware’s kitchen has to offer!  Good luck ordering just one. Great food pairs well with beer, you know?! This menu provides comfort favorites and some interesting outliers – it might just be some of the best food in a bar (read not bar food) the city has to offer.

Maybe you don’t like crowds? Noise hurts your ears? You can always take beer home in your own growler or house branded ones available for purchase. Kegs to go? Yes! Read it and wheat!

Hop in soon my friends. Yeah, I couldn’t help it.

1100 westheimer rd. | houston, tx 77006

713.528.9805 | www.haymerchant.com

By Michael Cook | Photography by Daniel Ortiz

double trouble 

caffeine+cocktails

turns the dirty thirty this year

3622 main st. | houston, tx 77002 | 713.874.0096

Back while tending bar at Poison Girl, Robin Berwick and Robin Whalan knew they would eventually bring their brand of “lounge” to the maybe coined “underground” or “craft” scene of H-Town. They had the loyal fans and the talent, and after plenty of late night brainstorming sessions and a year of hard work, the idea became reality. Double Trouble Caffeine & Cocktails (3622 Main Street), a pseudo tiki-inspired coffee and cocktail lounge, is a more than welcome addition to its section of Main Street, where cats walk on leashes, the light rail scares you just a little and character trumps all.

Before we get into the trouble at hand, let’s set the stage a bit. Double Trouble is located in quite possibly my favorite part of Midtown. Or is this Downtown?  It doesn’t matter, you’ve been here before and you loved it. Some call it the best block in Houston. Remember that night you hit the Big Top for a birthday party or the Continental Club for a show way back when?  Jesus Saves? Absolutely. There’s even a good chance you hopped off the light rail at the HCC/Ensemble stop and had lunch at Tacos A Go-Go or Natachee’s. At times I wonder why I don’t go over there more often. Now you are wondering too. Plenty of excuses but here is one to rule out: As we mentioned, the light rail can be a little scary, so if you fall in that camp, well, take your fixie, or your car – there is ample parking with half the block situated as a pay lot with plenty of spots and bikes are always welcome.

Double Trouble is a hideaway of sorts; there isn’t even much of a sign, at least not on the front. One of those, here we are but here we aren’t kind of places. Actually, it’s much like the area around it, and the Robins like it that way. They should – they put a lot of effort into designing/building the place. Double Trouble has this cool vintage beach haunt meets minimalist warehouse loft vibe. The metal and bamboo draws you in, but it’s the Polynesian-themed artifacts and vintage touches that truly round out the interior. You’ll find leatherbound, high chairs at the bar or shorties, a couch and marble tables in the main space. A worth-mentioning playlist emits from the handmade Steamboat speakers that look like they’re straight out of a 70’s record lounge. While admiring their craftsmanship, you’’ll be wishing Shazam wasn’t so damn slow. Did you notice that brick and metal façade? It shades a perfectly designed patio. Oh, yeah, the Robins thought of everything. All walks of life grace Main Street at one time or another, so why not sit outside and enjoy the show! Here is a tip: When you get thirsty for another stellar Mai Tai or a custom creation, which you will, head over to the window in the corner of the patio. One of the “Double Troublemakers” (the handpicked bartenders!) will be right over to recommend a second round. Service with a smile is a virtue here at Double Trouble.

Double Trouble is open from 7am – 2am, pretty generous hours if you ask me. Why open at 7am? Caffeine, of course. Greenway Coffee Company beans (nod to local roots) are ready and willing to provide any fix you might need. Day or night. Cocktails? Well, it’s in the name for good reason. What’s that, you like beer? Good news! Six taps will rotate new local favorites and other carefully selected craft beers. Check that fridge for bottles and cans as well.

You’ve got character, right? Well, saddle up. Double Trouble Caffeine & Cocktails adds just another reason to take a trip over to that ol’ (or new!) favorite area of town … you won’t regret it. You’re welcome for the reminder.

By Michael Cook | Photography by Daniel Ortiz

BLANCO’S

turns the dirty thirty this year
3406 w. alabama st | houston, tx
77027 713.439.0072
| houstonredneck.com

Every time I drive by Blanco’s on West Alabama, I think of this old black and white political cartoon I saw once, where these monster skyscrapers surround this tiny single-story house. The house is just sitting there, completely unaffected by what’s going on around it. Then I smile a little at how the human brain works and delight in the non-conformity of this old dilapidated bar smack dab in the middle of River Oaks. Then I think about how f’n big their parking lot is and I shake my fist in fury at all the nights I’ve driven around Washington looking for a spot, when I could’ve easily just been here enjoying the culmination of 30 years worth of cheap cold beer and great live music. Yes, it’s true: Blanco’s is turning 30. A big blowout is in the works, but nothing concrete just yet. However, a little German bird told us you should expect a full-on customer appreciation night with food and drink specials and some very well-known musician friends stopping by to pay some much-deserved homage. The beauty of Blanco’s is that “nothing has changed in those 30 years,” says Karen Burns, co-owner and charming, yet obviously tough as nails, fixture at Blanco’s. There was no argument from me, but if you have an inkling of doubt, then I implore you to walk across their gravel parking lot and open their screen door to what three decades of honky tonk interior design looks like. The tattered walls glowing from the neon lights; wooden tables and railings weathered down from years of beer bottle sweat; exposed insulation poking down from the ceiling (fully supported by chicken wire of course); hundreds of signed pictures from the bands that have played here; a hidden bathroom door; a few pool tables; and my personal favorite, a stuffed buffalo. I love this place. With The Rodeo in full swing, Blanco’s is a no-brainer to do some pre-gaming before you head over to the big show. There’s always a good cast of characters, some great home cooking and if it’s your birthday, you get a shot called “The Panty Burner.” That would be a sweetly dangerous concoction of Kahlua, Baileys, Frangelico and Bacardi 151 lit on fire like a beautiful, drunk birthday cupcake. While the comfort food, happy hours and cheap drinks are great, the middle of the bar is of course where the legend began. The famous small stage and dance floor with its low-slung ceiling has been home to the likes of Gary P. Nunn, Roger Creager, Kevin Fowler, Cory Morrow and on and on. There are years of legendary nights housed within these walls and hats off to the readers who have experienced them firsthand. But, a quick heads-up to the up-and-comers, “if your music can’t get people to the dance floor, then you’re not getting on that stage,” Burns says with a coy smile. That good-times mentality along with their friendly customer service is why Blanco’s has been voted “Best Country Bar” for….pretty much ever. “We love our customers and they’ve become family,” Burns tells us. Proof of that enduring love is the 18 inches of flooring just in front of the bar. Over the years, the toe tapping of cowboy boots, power loafers, college flip-flops and single lady high heels has quite literally worn through three layers of linoleum to bare plywood. That’s a lot of good times had by a whole lot of different people. “Funny enough, Blanco’s was originally built as a child care center roughly 40 years ago,” Burns tells us. Before I can cleverly respond, she beats me to the punch: “Nothing has really changed.”

By Clayton Graves
Photography by Daniel Ortiz

lumen lounge
the lights, the sound, the spectacle
5000 kirby. | houston, tx 77098

If you were president of the A/V club in high school, then you probably have a bigger TV than I do AND Lumen Lounge just might be your favorite new bar.
Situated just south of 59 across from Armadillo Palace, Lumen Lounge is a spectacle of lights, sound and beautiful people. Joe Arbeely, proprietor and, conveniently enough, the owner of an audio/visual company, has created a sensory experience for the patrons of “The Kirb.” Mr. Arbeely uses the latest A/V wizardry to transform his cozy space into multiple environments of drinking enjoyment. One minute you’re ordering a martini from an underwater bartender, with projections of bubbles and waves, the next minute, a modest/non-Daddy-issue-having dancer is cutting a rug on a table of fire. While most places use the smoke and mirror approach to mask an inferior product, Arbeely has used his eye for detail to create a well-designed space that smoothly transforms from a lounge into a club as the night progresses.
“We wanted to bring the Vegas feel to Houston, but in a comfortable setting,” says Arbeely.
From 6-10 on most days, Lumen is a relatively laid-back lounge with plush, wall-length couches, lots of stone texture, wooden accents and around 15 tables. The curtains are still down, literally and metaphorically, for the happy hour crowd to enjoy a few drinks and soon enough, a few bites. Joe has plans to develop a premium wine and food menu to help satiate the appetites of the hip and hungry, and alleviate any reason to leave. Add in a patio that’s practically on Kirby and you have yourself a full night of wining, dining and “damnit my ass fell off again from dancing so much.”
“Our goal is to bring the energy and fun of Vegas while keeping everything upscale. Molding ourselves to the Kirby scene as it grows,” says Joe.
Around 11pm, the actual curtain that splits the lounge in half is lifted and the floodgate is open to a bevy of short skirts, bottle service and the sweet smell of perfume, hormones and possibilities. Lumen’s sound system, which is just as impressive as the light show, places the DJ squarely between your eardrums to live in infamy for a few days. Lest you forgot how fun the night was. Since this a Vegas-style lounge/club, make sure to reserve a table and pony up for bottle service. Comfort and the proper vantage point is key to success. If you’re partying on a Duff beer budget, then suit up, practice your British accent and carry around a soccer ball. You never know.
The Vegas theme continues by way of import DJs spinning regularly, aerial silk performers stopping by and a little nod to the service industry on Tuesday nights. Given the success thus far, keep an eye on the calendar, as I’m sure more excitement is in store.

By Clayton Graves
Photography by Daniel Ortiz

sundance cinemas
a new kind of adult theatre
510 texas ave. | houston, tx 77204 | www.sundancecinemas.com

Nooo, get your minds out of the gutter, people. What kind of magazine do you think we’re running here? Sundance Cinemas, located at Bayou Place downtown, is where grown-ups go to watch movies. Let the kiddie table head over to the Megaplex, because we like our movies served with bistro-style grub, local craft brews, amazing sound/picture quality and a relaxed atmosphere, i.e., no screaming toddlers, Captain Text Message or Mr. Tiny Bladder. Well, that last part might not be completely accurate, but Sundance is definitely setting a new standard for movie lovers and entertainment seekers alike.
Sundance Houston is the third installment of the movie theatre extension of Robert Redford’s Sundance Group.
“Houston is a thriving cultural center and I am particularly excited to have found such a perfect home for Sundance in this city,” says Redford. Sundance takes pride in showcasing vibrant, emerging artists and filmmakers, and Houston was chosen over many other cities for our reputation of supporting the lovely right-brainers.
After a $2.25 million dollar renovation of the old Angelika Theatre space, this eight-screen cinematic masterpiece is Houston’s new home for independent and specialty films. However, you shouldn’t consider this an art house theatre, given the fact that it took over five years to develop the plush, ergonomically perfect theatre seats for which your posterior will forever thank you. And a pleasant twist, you actually reserve those seats online or at the box office. With a little planning, you’ll never have to sit in the neck-breaking front row again. Take that, over-priced chiropractor!
“What differentiates Sundance are the amenities and stress-free user experience. The idea is to create a calm, unique setting so people truly enjoy their night out,” says Nancy Gribler, VP of Marketing.
You’ll agree when you take in the overall décor, which utilizes earth tones, wooden textures, brown leather couches and even brushed metal marquees to point you in the right direction. Inside each theater you’ll find dual seating with a cleverly built middle console/table to enjoy some top-notch movie fare. The design keeps everything feeling warm n’ cozy even though it’s a massive space.
The lobby has its own pre/post-movie socializing area where you’ll also find a bevy of nontraditional movie watching edibles. The concession stand serves up gourmet hot dogs, specialty pastries, Dublin Dr Pepper and Pelegrino, for example. That’s a big step up from stale popcorn and a possibly already opened box of Twizzlers. Adjacent to the concession stand is The Sundance Bar. A full-service watering hole that will mix any cocktail your heart desires and doesn’t skimp on its support of Texas brewers, St. Arnold’s, Southern Star and Shiner to name a few. Is it starting to click why we have a theatre in the bar section of the magazine? The food menu includes specialty pizzas with unique toppings like shrimp ceviche and Mom’s meatloaf; sourdough grilled cheese; BBQ chicken quesadillas and Chambord chocolate brownies. It’s a one-stop shop for dinner, drinks and a movie.
Supporting all things local is a top priority for Sundance. There is a mini-art gallery that rotates local artists every three months and the theatre has been chosen as one of the locations for the 2012 Houston Arts Society Film Festival.
“We’re proud to be affiliated with such a great group of local organizations that serve the arts and members of the community,” said Redford.

In that spirit, on January 26, 2012, Sundance Film Festival USA will have a special screening in Houston. A film and a filmmaker are plucked mid-festival from snowy Park City, Utah, and sent to Houston for a special presentation of their film, including a Q&A session.
“Houston has given us such a warm reception since the moment we announced our opening and we couldn’t be happier to be here,” says Mrs. Gribler.
Houston 1, the rest of the country, 0.
P.S – Don’t worry about parking. Sundance will validate up to three hours at the Theatre District Parking Garage. Nice.

By Clayton Graves
Photography by Daniel Ortiz

roak, otc + hendricks pub & eatery
the triple threat
3320 kirby dr. | houston, tx 77098

Good things come in threes: 1. The Triple Lindy; 2. Captain Kirk’s ears (the left ear, the right ear and the final front ear); 3. The Hanson Brothers (if you just imagined the boy band and not the movie Slap Shot, bless your heart). To this effect, the owners of ROAK, OTC and Hendricks Pub & Eatery have created a triumvirate of entertainment for us merry-dwellers on Upper Kirby, just north of 59.

We start the day at OTC, a beauty of a patio bar, where Texas-sized drinks and Texas-sized drinking are aplenty. You can choose from ten different over-sized margaritas, complete with an array of flavored sugars and salts; a bevy of cocktails including the Mo-ji-t-Ohhhh and the Sir Sony Brambler with lime, Sapphire and simple syrup; or go full-on Frank the Tank with a Sunday Funday Special, the OH-T-C Bucket, a bathtub filled with 18 bottles of your favorite barley and hops. The theme of indulgence carries over onto their menu as well. The OH-T-C Wing Bucket comes with 50 wings and your choice of sauce. So many tasty little chickens, so little time. To note, you can order anything off the Hendricks menu and they’ll walk it right across the parking lot to you. Smart. OTC also delivers on your favorite outdoor drinking activities: corn hole, ping pong, pool table and, my personal favorite, people watching. Natalie, the GM, has provided a stylish touch to a great bar space, which the ladies will appreciate, while making sure the guys are happy with multiple big screens and all the sports packages you can think of.
Time for a change of scenery? Walk 25 feet over to Hendricks Pub & Eatery, an English-style pub with the best eats and drinks from across the pond and beyond. Inside you’ll find many leather-bound booths and the smell of rich mahogany. A perfect setting to enjoy their three-part menu: “all day,” “late night” and “brunch.” Start in England with bangers & mash, move on to Greece with a gyro pita and always end in the good ol’ U S of A with the Hendricks original pub burger. Make sure to come back for brunch and grab some Belgian waffles with your crab cake eggs benedict. Tasty. There is no shortage of options at Hendricks, which includes their list of draft beer. Owning Taps House of Beer on Washington also helps when populating behind bar. They’ve brought over the staples like Stone, St. Arnold’s and Sam, but also some lesser-knowns like Victory Golden Monkey and Wasatch White Label.
Now that our belly is full and our liver working overtime, it’s time to find the nearest dressing room/SUV and put on our fancy duds for ROAK. It’s a little South Beach, meets Vegas, meets LA – on Upper Kirby. Indeed, an interesting mixture. During the day, you can enjoy the pool scene with 8 different cabanas, poolside service and a full offering of sunshine drinks like frozen Bellinis and Sangria. But, when the sun sets, it’s time for the show – marble bar tops when you enter on the blue carpet, LED lighting synced up to the music, booths for bottle service only and eye candy galore. Opulence, it has it. I do enjoy an over-the-top club when done well and ROAK is hitting the mark. There’s more than a good chance you’ll see a few local and even non-local celebs enjoying the bubbly, so be cool and give them a head nod like you know them. I love doing that, so confusing.

All in all, you can spend a full weekend at this triple threat of bar magic and I suggest you do just that.

By Clayton Graves | Photography by Daniel Ortiz

prohibition
al capone approved
5175 westheimer road. | houston, tx 77056
281.940.4636 | www.prohibitionhouston.com

This is no ordinary clip joint, gin mill, jolly up or wingding. No siree, Prohibition, a new speakeasy inspired bar, is bringing all the good times of the 30’s (minus the bank robberies and tommy guns) to a Galleria near you. Located next to where the old Fox Sports Grill used to be, Prohibition has a passion for vintage-style revelry, and more importantly, well-crafted mixed drinks.
While the folks at Prohibition like to call their brand of bartending “high volume mixology,” I like to call it “holy crap that’s a good drink!” Which is exactly what I said when I tasted the Victoriana Slapstick – a glorious mixture of two types of gin, citrus, parsley and what I believe to be muddled angel wings. Mmmm, heavenly. My friend and patron of the fine wines ordered the Fresh Elegance, a refreshing little concoction of Sauvignon Blanc, Grey Goose Le Poire and a hint of cherry tomato. Yes, trust in the tomato, it won’t disappoint.
Other notables on their cleverly named drink menus: the Get Up & GO, a mix of vodka infused with tobacco leaf, espresso, sweet vermouth, and chocolate (which has now replaced my morning coffee); the White Bison, a mixture of Zubrowka, Kahlua, a shot of cream and nutmeg (which has now replaced my eggnog at Christmas); and the formidable Berry Blue Blaze, a whiskey punch that is lit-uh – really on fire (which is now going to be the cause of my house burning down this weekend).
The drink dazzling and showmanship is no mere coincidence at Prohibition. These masters of mixed drinks go through a four-stage training process: Apprentice, to Bar Smith, to Bar Chef, to the highly revered Mixologist. All of this in order to bring YOU a perfectly balanced libation. So, tip well and your taste buds shall be rewarded.
While this could easily be a one-trick pony of a bar, and a great trick it is, what every provider of stiff drinks understands is that food helps the body and mind…well, keep partying. And the menu at Prohibition doesn’t disappoint. It’s all about social dining with shared plates of tasty tenderloin tips, savory truffle fries, fancy pants escargot tossed in Aglio e Olio herbed butter and a bevy of mouthwatering pizzas. The food frenzy doesn’t stop here – come November, they’ll be adding brunch to their weekend menu. Saturday will be a little more low-key for the family types, while Sunday Funday will come complete with live music, a bloody mary cart and all the pretty patio people-watching you can stand.
Now that you get the gist, there’s also an upstairs that the manly men types will enjoy. The Voyager Room, a steampunk inspired lounge decorated with massive clock cogs, plush sofas, vintage crates, and cool copper accents, overlooks Westheimer to help your inner 30’s gangster come out and play. You can rent this sweet little spot out for the nite and/or put your name on the list for the upcoming “Sinatra Nights.” Yes, it’s time to suit up, grab a high ball and argue with your friends about why you should be the Dean Martin of the group. And as they would never forget about the ladies, Prohibition will soon be offering authentic swing classes to anyone willing to cut a rug circa 1933.
If you’re looking for legit cocktails, refreshing customer service, a jam-packed calendar of events and a tasty new food menu, then as my inner 30’s gangster would say, a night out at Prohibition might just blow your wig.

By Clayton Graves
Photography by Daniel Ortiz

bar münich
das good times bar
2616 louisiana st. | houston, tx 77006
713.523.1008 | www.barmunich.com

You know that million-dollar idea you think up over drinks with your friends? The one where you feel this sense of excitement build up inside of you the more you talk about it; synapses are firing, plans are being drawn on napkins; and you make this unbreakable pact after the fifth or sixth round that you’re totally going to do this! You’re like, “Oh my gawd, how has nobody thought of this already!” Life is awesome and your brain is an amazing piece of organic engineering. And then you wake up the next day with a soul-crushing hangover. You’ve forgotten the idea along with your name and pretty much everything leading up to 7th grade. Fail.
Well, lucky for us, the proprietors of Bar Munich don’t drink nearly as much as the general public and have a little gift called “followthrough.” In 2005, Houstonian and co-owner Raymond Chan had his great idea while enjoying some beloved Hofbrau at a little street fair in Munich called Oktoberfest. It’s not a party until 7 million people wear funny shortspenders and eat all the sausage in the Free World. After some fierce Googling, talking to some investors and a couple years of debate over the bar staff wearing lederhosen or not, Bar Munich was bjorn.
“Many of our loyal customers who have been to Germany and experienced Oktoberfest know exactly what Bar Munich is about. But we want to share our passion for this wonderful event and the quality of Hobfrau beers to those who haven’t tried it,” says Mr. Chan.
Bar Munich is the only full bar in Houston serving Hofbrau in “liters.” If you do the math, that’s like 47 American beers. This includes the OG of German beers, the Maibock, dating back to 1614, and a pretty tasty Hefeweizen that’s refreshing enough for our modestly temp’d Houston summers. And if you feel like declaring yourself Das Man, then order Das Boot, which is two liters of your favorite Hofbrau beer in a cleverly shaped glass boot. Remember the should’a won an academy award winning movie Beerfest…“That’s nooo shoe! Daaaaas Booot!”
If delicious imported German beer doesn’t inspire you to move to Munich and change your name to Dirkenfurger, then A. you’re no fun, and B. it’s probably good that Bar Munich has a full selection of your favorite spirits, including their own sweetly sinister concoction called the Munich Bomb – a shot of honey liqueur dropped not so subtly into a glass of Hofbrau Hefeweizen. I call it Tuesday morning.
As for the interior, don’t expect a shabby-chic little German cottage circa Hansel & Gretel. “The bar is old world fun with new world style,” describes Chan. It’s a modern take on what you’d expect from a German-inspired bar. Contemporary bar furnishings mixed with traditional wooden accents. And it would easily win the mom award for cleanest bar in Houston. Seriously, Joey would eat bratwurst right off the floor in this place. Which they happen to have a nice selection of, by the by.
As an FYI, BM has HDTVs showing MLS, 24/7. Yes, soccer is underappreciated in the U.S., but you really can’t tell at Bar Munich. They invite all the Houston futball and football hooligans to enjoy a match on their plethora of flat screens. This bar is a mishmash of sports, culture and abnormally shaped beer containers. I dig it.
While the real Oktoberfest will be winding down by the time this publishes, Bar Munich’s unofficial motto is that we’re “always priming the pump for the next Oktoberfest.”
Prost to that.

By Clayton Graves
Photography by Daniel Ortiz