R- (Destroyer_Rick)
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( Drank a beer taller than my self-esteem.)
If Bavaria and a SoCal dive bar had a delicious, drunk baby — this would be it.
Sometimes you need to run from the plastic-wrapped brunch spots of Huntington Beach and find a place where the schnitzel is crispy, the beer is tall, and nobody cares about your follower count. Biergarten @ Old World HB is that place.
I wandered in off-season. No Oktoberfest circus, no fake German accents, no line of influencers posing with pretzels the size of hubcaps. Just locals, dark wood, cold beer, and me — a man on a quest for edible joy.
I ordered the chicken schnitzel, which arrived looking like a medieval shield forged by a drunk Bavarian blacksmith who took great pride in feeding the hungry. Crisp, golden, devourable. On the side? German potatoes — soft, seasoned, and whispering “don’t stop.”
Then came the beer:
A half-and-half hefeweizen taller than my self-esteem, cloudy as my future, delicious as my last good decision. Each sip was like being hugged by a German grandmother who smells faintly of hops and hard wisdom.
And then — Underberg. That tiny bottle of herbal rocket fuel. They had it. I drank it. The bartender smiled knowingly, like a seasoned guide who’s seen many a weary traveler cross that bitter finish line.
I’ve never been here during Oktoberfest — and honestly? I’m not sure I want to. I found perfection in the quiet. No crowd. No spectacle. Just beer, schnitzel, potatoes, and a moment of true peace in a world that moves too fast.
Go off-season. Sit. Drink. Eat. Smile. Prost. 🍻
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