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Tough Times in Alsace-Lorraine

Despite what you may have been told, international travel isn’t all beer and skittles. Kay and I got up early in Salzburg and caught a cab to the train station. There we caught the train to Stuttgart, where we had to transfer to the Strasburg-Paris train. That’s where it got dicey; we had about 15ContinueContinue reading “Tough Times in Alsace-Lorraine”

Putting the Bam! in Bamberg

Kay and I are on a river cruise in Bamberg in Bavaria. Last night, Kay had planned a pub crawl through the old city. We didn’t quite make it to every pub; they serve their beer in half-liter mugs, and if you keep drinking them, you’ll end up crawling, yes sirree. I know the stereotypeContinueContinue reading “Putting the Bam! in Bamberg”

Jet Lag, Pork and Beer in Wurzberg

Today was a very, very long day that started pretty well, became very stressful, and ended much better. We got to the airport without incident. The business class lounge was nothing special: some ham and cheese slices, bread, muffins, and a good espresso machine, plus they would give you all the beer and mixed drinksContinueContinue reading “Jet Lag, Pork and Beer in Wurzberg”

Sake, or Something Like it

I might have to come up with a new category for this blog: recipes. I have a bunch I have collected over the years. I was going through some of my old possessions and found an exam book I bought when I was going to New College, Oxford, back in 1974. Don’t be too impressed;ContinueContinue reading “Sake, or Something Like it”

A Meditation on Beer

I trundled off to graduate school in New York City back in 1978. Things were very different in Manhattan in those days. My first “apartment” was a basement in a townhouse on Carmine Street in the West Village. I’m not talking about a basement apartment; I mean an actual basement. The only piece of furnitureContinueContinue reading “A Meditation on Beer”

Tokyo

I guess everyone traveling in a really foreign culture is going to misunderstand the local customs, and it was inevitable that I would do that eventually. How was I to know that it was considered bad form to yell at the waiter, “Garcon! More cappuccino, s’il vous plaît, vete, vete!” Actually, that wasn’t it; IContinueContinue reading “Tokyo”