Munich pours mugs of fun at Oktoberfest
horses clop by, pulling wagons filled with gigantic kegs of draft beer. Each of the city’s main breweries enters a beer-themed float to entertain the crowds as they make their way from downtown Munich to the festival grounds — a meadow known as the “Wies’n.”
Men sport lederhosen — leather shorts with suspenders once worn by peasants working the fields — accessorized with long stockings and a hat with a feather in it. Women wear dirndls — single-piece dresses that include a skirt and low-cut blouse, covered with a bodice. These traditional Bavarian clothes are not mere party costumes, nor worn ironically. Locals treasure them, and break them out on special occasions.
Once the festival is in full swing, the atmosphere is infectious. Admission is free (you pay for food, rides and beer). Attendees can choose from around 15 main tents and a few smaller ones, all of which operate like pop-up beer halls. Filled with row after row of wooden tables and benches, the main tents are vast — the largest holds 11,000 people. Some offer traditional oompah music — an ensemble of brass, woodwinds, accordion and drums. Other tents host rock bands. Some are family-friendly, with kids’ menus. In all the tents, beer is sloshed from morning till night, and everyone is convivial. Between beverages, people stroll the happy central promenade, giant gingerbread cookies in hand, enjoying the loudand-proud celebration of all things Bavarian.
Munich’s local breweries each have their own tent. The famous ones (Augustiner and Hofbraeu) can have long waiting lines and are the most touristy. At the Hacker-Pschorr hall, a barmaid with two painted German flags flanking her cleavage asked for my order. When I asked if I could get a half-liter (“eine Halbe”), the barmaid said, “Why don’t you go home and come back when you’re thirsty?” A full-size liter beer (about a quart, “eine Mass” in German) costs about $10, and the barmaids can carry up to 10 at once, as if the huge mugs were weightless. You can order a “Helles” (light), “Dunkles” (dark), or “Weissbier” (“white” wheat-based beer), or ask for a “Radler” (half lemon soda, half beer).
While it’s filled with plenty of tourists, Oktoberfest is still very much a local scene. It’s estimated that 90 percent of the attendees are Bavarians. The festival is busiest late and on weekends, but weekday afternoons and early evenings are a delight, when it’s easier to find a spot inside a tent, and the grounds are filled with happy kids (Tuesdays are official family days).
These days, Oktoberfest would be an ideal target for terrorists, so security is tight. A fence surrounds the festival grounds, and no large bags are allowed in. Each tent has its own security, and there is a heavy police presence. In spite of all this, my recent visit felt relaxed and fun. The security and organization were typical of German efficiency. Munich’s downtown also felt manageable while the bulk of tourists were out at the fairgrounds, making it a good time to sightsee.
First-timers might find all the chaos a bit daunting. But Oktoberfest is, by its very nature, open and friendly. Take a seat at any table that can fit an extra rear end, dive into the conversation with a clink of the glass (“Prost!”), and immerse yourself in the boisterous and belching Bavarian atmosphere.