The small one:
The big one:
An additional photo of the big keg added later:
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Heidelberg Schloss
The castle in Heidelberg had two kegs: the small one and the big one. Tourists were advised not to mistake the small one for the big one. Here's why.
The small one:
The big one:
The small one:
The big one:
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
The Heidelberg Update
Let me just start by saying Germany is tiiiiiiiiight.
Anyway, updates. So the weekend started off with Thanksgiving Dinner for the CME-ers + Kings Fellows who got in for free. The dinner itself was supposed to be worth 30 pounds but we were subsidized and payed 5 or 15... I forget because we actually never paid anyway. They started by serving mulled wine and mamosas (at least, I think that's what they were) and then we sat down to eat. Let's see... the food was decent from what I remember. We had pumpkin scallion soup (delicious) and turkey with gravy along with stuffing and potatoes and red cabbage. Except... the stuffing was super disappointing. It looked like a veggie meat pattie, except crispier. Not good. It was my first time eating Thanksgiving with friends rather than family, which was both fun and sad. Thanksgiving here definitely lacks the oomph it has in the States.
After that, the night really started off. We ended up going to Revs, with a new addition! Since I'm not using names, let's just call him DADMF. The acronym I have in mind gives him away... so just ask me if you're curious. Just to give you a clue, one of the D's stands for drunken while the M stands for mother. Moving on, we head to revs and get a table near the speakers. It was a pretty normal night. Oh yeah, and an econ friend who is awesome came with us too. But then things started getting bad. DADMF was wasted off of his ass, and started redirecting people out of the lounge. And then he started hitting on these two girls with another dude, who then got him kicked out. So we had to leave to.
That's when shit really started going down. While we were walking back to Trinity to have more drinks, DADMF stumbles into an alleyway by a church, takes off his pants, spreads his arms, grabs the gate with his outstretched hands and back against the metal, and slouches. Here we are, DADMF taking the jesus pose with his pants off. Random girls kept walking by and freaking out because all of a sudden they see this dude with his pants off, "taking the pose." So we're like... shit it's time to take him home. The trooper that he is, CPG decides to take DADMF home in a cab (it's far far away) so we think crisis resolved. Time to go party. We were so so wrong.
About 20 minutes later, CPG calls and asks us to "please hurry and run down and catch up with him" (down one of the main streets). So we go and see a shirtless DADMF pushing CPG away and running down the street. Apparently, DADMF put CPG into a headlock, then the cab driver, then opened the door to jump out but before he could the cab stopped. And DADMF just kind of fell onto the ground. At this point, it's around 2 AM and we're leaving Cambridge for Germany at 4:15. So this needed some fast resolving. We walked around dragging DADMF, trying to keep him in our sights and to control his beligerant attitude. He ended up pissing on one of the nice lawns outside of Pembroke. Anyway, EVENTUALLY, we got his ass into a cab with one of the econ guys (who is awesome, btw) and he sends him home. DADMF wakes up the next morning in the bathroom with the toilet seat ripped off... and he doesn't remember a thing.
Okay, so that was the prelude to Germany. After the miserable commute from the airport to our hotel, we were FINALLY ready to get things started. So the first thing we do, of course, is to eat a bratwurst. In comparison to English food.... it was heaven. And then we walked down the main street with all of the shops and stuff and did some shopping. This went on a while until we hit the christmas markets.
The christmas markets are awesome. They're basically stands of potential gifts, neat artisanship and lots and lots of food/mulled wine. Germans know how to cook meat. After eating lamb, duck, ham, and once, pheasant, all the time in England, this food was incredible. The mulled wine was equally delicious - the best part was that you could buy the mugs for a euro extra. So we basically spent our time checking out the christmas markets for the first night and then we rested up before going out.
German beer blows English beer/ale out of the sky. I can't really describe the taste other than refreshing and a nice mix between carbonation and bitterness. They also have beers with fruit in them, and some other shit in there too. They were actually quite tasty and the girls loved that stuff. That's all they got. So we checked out a few of these bars and then went to a club. After dancing in Cambridge clubs, the clubs in Germany had major culture shock value. There was no such thing as a coat check. You just leave your stuff out there and expect no one to take it. People are infintely more friendly and more shameless when they dance. And people actually dance! When we got there, we had these beers called Desperados which are basically tequila/beer mixtures. No matter how that might sound, it actually wasn't bad. Nothing too crazy happened that night.
The next day, we checked out this awesome candy store where the owner basically gave free candy to all of his customers. He has these series of mini-games that you play at the counter, and even if you lose, he finds some way to make you win. So you always leave with free candy. This guy is fucking crazy too. He has one of those legit tattoos from the military for his badassness. And he has shrunken heads, dentist drills, mini air planes, and some other random shit all over his store. His store was appreciated more by the locals than by tourists, so it was a good time.
We also checked out Schloss, the castle. The castle was sweet but the wine cellar.... oh my god the wine cellar. So Schloss is host to the largest keg in the world. So here I am thinking, oh it's probably the size of a single in Baker. Nope, that's the small one. The big one is big enough to fit a three story house... it was ridiculous. The kings of old must have been crazy alcoholics, though they were also 300 lbs so that might explain it.
Anyway, pretty much same 'ol same 'ol after that. We ate more food. Did some more shopping. Went out to more bars. Etc. But it was an amazing time.
Anyway, updates. So the weekend started off with Thanksgiving Dinner for the CME-ers + Kings Fellows who got in for free. The dinner itself was supposed to be worth 30 pounds but we were subsidized and payed 5 or 15... I forget because we actually never paid anyway. They started by serving mulled wine and mamosas (at least, I think that's what they were) and then we sat down to eat. Let's see... the food was decent from what I remember. We had pumpkin scallion soup (delicious) and turkey with gravy along with stuffing and potatoes and red cabbage. Except... the stuffing was super disappointing. It looked like a veggie meat pattie, except crispier. Not good. It was my first time eating Thanksgiving with friends rather than family, which was both fun and sad. Thanksgiving here definitely lacks the oomph it has in the States.
After that, the night really started off. We ended up going to Revs, with a new addition! Since I'm not using names, let's just call him DADMF. The acronym I have in mind gives him away... so just ask me if you're curious. Just to give you a clue, one of the D's stands for drunken while the M stands for mother. Moving on, we head to revs and get a table near the speakers. It was a pretty normal night. Oh yeah, and an econ friend who is awesome came with us too. But then things started getting bad. DADMF was wasted off of his ass, and started redirecting people out of the lounge. And then he started hitting on these two girls with another dude, who then got him kicked out. So we had to leave to.
That's when shit really started going down. While we were walking back to Trinity to have more drinks, DADMF stumbles into an alleyway by a church, takes off his pants, spreads his arms, grabs the gate with his outstretched hands and back against the metal, and slouches. Here we are, DADMF taking the jesus pose with his pants off. Random girls kept walking by and freaking out because all of a sudden they see this dude with his pants off, "taking the pose." So we're like... shit it's time to take him home. The trooper that he is, CPG decides to take DADMF home in a cab (it's far far away) so we think crisis resolved. Time to go party. We were so so wrong.
About 20 minutes later, CPG calls and asks us to "please hurry and run down and catch up with him" (down one of the main streets). So we go and see a shirtless DADMF pushing CPG away and running down the street. Apparently, DADMF put CPG into a headlock, then the cab driver, then opened the door to jump out but before he could the cab stopped. And DADMF just kind of fell onto the ground. At this point, it's around 2 AM and we're leaving Cambridge for Germany at 4:15. So this needed some fast resolving. We walked around dragging DADMF, trying to keep him in our sights and to control his beligerant attitude. He ended up pissing on one of the nice lawns outside of Pembroke. Anyway, EVENTUALLY, we got his ass into a cab with one of the econ guys (who is awesome, btw) and he sends him home. DADMF wakes up the next morning in the bathroom with the toilet seat ripped off... and he doesn't remember a thing.
Okay, so that was the prelude to Germany. After the miserable commute from the airport to our hotel, we were FINALLY ready to get things started. So the first thing we do, of course, is to eat a bratwurst. In comparison to English food.... it was heaven. And then we walked down the main street with all of the shops and stuff and did some shopping. This went on a while until we hit the christmas markets.
The christmas markets are awesome. They're basically stands of potential gifts, neat artisanship and lots and lots of food/mulled wine. Germans know how to cook meat. After eating lamb, duck, ham, and once, pheasant, all the time in England, this food was incredible. The mulled wine was equally delicious - the best part was that you could buy the mugs for a euro extra. So we basically spent our time checking out the christmas markets for the first night and then we rested up before going out.
German beer blows English beer/ale out of the sky. I can't really describe the taste other than refreshing and a nice mix between carbonation and bitterness. They also have beers with fruit in them, and some other shit in there too. They were actually quite tasty and the girls loved that stuff. That's all they got. So we checked out a few of these bars and then went to a club. After dancing in Cambridge clubs, the clubs in Germany had major culture shock value. There was no such thing as a coat check. You just leave your stuff out there and expect no one to take it. People are infintely more friendly and more shameless when they dance. And people actually dance! When we got there, we had these beers called Desperados which are basically tequila/beer mixtures. No matter how that might sound, it actually wasn't bad. Nothing too crazy happened that night.
The next day, we checked out this awesome candy store where the owner basically gave free candy to all of his customers. He has these series of mini-games that you play at the counter, and even if you lose, he finds some way to make you win. So you always leave with free candy. This guy is fucking crazy too. He has one of those legit tattoos from the military for his badassness. And he has shrunken heads, dentist drills, mini air planes, and some other random shit all over his store. His store was appreciated more by the locals than by tourists, so it was a good time.
We also checked out Schloss, the castle. The castle was sweet but the wine cellar.... oh my god the wine cellar. So Schloss is host to the largest keg in the world. So here I am thinking, oh it's probably the size of a single in Baker. Nope, that's the small one. The big one is big enough to fit a three story house... it was ridiculous. The kings of old must have been crazy alcoholics, though they were also 300 lbs so that might explain it.
Anyway, pretty much same 'ol same 'ol after that. We ate more food. Did some more shopping. Went out to more bars. Etc. But it was an amazing time.
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