My dream of squeezing in a culinary excursion during an international layover came true during our flight home to Los Angeles. Rather than twiddle our thumbs for five hours inside the Munich airport, The Astronomer and I hopped aboard a local train in search of a proper German meal. With the airport located an hour outside of town, we had to hustle to get our grub or risk missing the second leg of our flight. Meals spiked with an element of danger are the best!
The Astronomer and I found ourselves at Nürnberger Bratwurst Glöckl am Dom based on a Frommer’s recommendation naming it the “the coziest and warmest of all local restaurants.” The place has been around since 1893 and was rebuilt after World War II.
The cottage-like interior was adorned with dark wood furniture and colorful bric-a-brac. A small army of traditionally dressed barmaids worked the room, serving sausages and beers to a steady stream of patrons. The entire scene was straight out of the Oktoberfests of my youth, minus the whole frat brother/meat head vibe.
The Astronomer started his midday meal with a glass of sudsy local beer…