The time to satiate that thirst for polkas and the German nectar has arrived.
“Hey, Joe… Kyle and I are coming up for Oktoberfest. You wanna come?”
Enter Joe and Stephanie.
Hosted each year by Hessen House, off to Des Moines’ rendition of Oktoberfest we went. With gusto, we blitzkrieg bopped a healthy assortment of Oktoberfests, as well as a few other malt mistresses. I found myself in the company of Spaten Oktoberfest and Warsteiner Dunkel more often than not. They felt good in my hand and my throat.
A veritable polka party, it’s a nice atmosphere to drink a beer and catch up. In need of a little food to soak up the glory and keep the boat from tipping, we headed into Hessen Haus for a helping of Jaegerschnitzel. It was my first time to the German beer hall, and it looked great. Felt great. The accordion guy kept the tables entertained with everything from German party tunes to Margaritaville. And the food was good, too.
Always a dangerous prospect, a little restraint took us a long way, and we arrived home safe and sound. Without a good finale like that, you’re not partying in brewvana.