Day 187 of the Nowhere To Be Project had us chanting “Prost” in the middle of Lionshead Village in Vail. This celebration was part one of Vail’s double duty Oktoberfest festivities. The Vail Village celebration is scheduled to take place next weekend. Three days of costume contests, stein holding competitions, bratwurst eating contests and live music gave Vail a very Bavarian feel. Add to that thousands of people (and dogs) downing German food and beer in the crisp almost-fall air and you’ve got yourself a street party. Can’t wait to do it again next weekend!
If you decide to visit Vail for Oktoberfest, be sure to stop at the ID and Token tent first. Once you’ve exchanged dollar for dollar in tokens, plan on spending about $7 per beer and $4-10 per dish to imbibe. Parking and all Oktoberfest-related entertainment is free.
I arrived in the charming medieval town of Zons, Germany on a cloudy and cool Monday morning in May. Unfortunately, I barely blinked and this picturesque enclave evaporated as I hopped a lift to Cologne mere moments after stepping foot in Zons. From what little I saw, it warrants a return visit.
The fragrance (Eau de Cologne) that Giovanni Farina concocted in the city of Cologne in 1709 is known the world over but is, in my opinion, remarkably upstaged by a cathedral which might be described as the beacon of Cologne. It dates back to the thirteenth century and literally sparkles above this city of scents. Studying the many nuances and hidden secrets of this behemoth could likely span eons, but I managed to get my fill in about an hour. This brevity was most certainly influenced by the aromas of local cuisine rife with sausage and potatoes. If I’m being honest though, the Kölsch will be my takeaway.
Kölsch is a light-colored beer unique to Cologne. We were told by a local that there is actually a law prohibiting its production anywhere else in the world. He described it as a sort of commandment that governs the beverage. Kölsch is produced in brauhauses, each with their own special and truly unique version. Upon entering a brauhause, patrons are quickly greeted by a köbe who carries the small glasses known as stange in a circular contraption called a crown. The beer is served fast and cold with a shout of “PROST!” preceding the initial swig and the köbe frequently imbibes right along with you. Coasters placed atop the stange are used as a signal that one has had his or her fill. This doesn’t occur very often from what I could see.
We made it to four brauhauses in a span of a few hours. In that time, a great deal of Kölsch was savored in a very celebratory atmosphere. I say celebratory because each brauhause carried a vibe similar to one that might be experienced at a pep rally. My favorite beer of the varieties I swilled was Mühlen-Kölsch, a light and refreshing brew resembling spiked non-sweet lemonade. The carbonation in Kölsch seems low which, in my case, supported copious consumption. Here’s the thing, I am not really a beer worshipper. Don’t get me wrong, I like it, but grapes almost always take precedence over hops in my glass. With that being said, the people who were with me on this self-imposed crawl know beer inside and out. We all agreed that Cologne is a place of merriment and satiety, mostly due to the magical elixir that calls this place home. PROST!