Ooopa-fucking-pa!

Contrary to chatter at exit177.com, Octoberfest SF was full of incredibly good looking people.
I've said this before, if you're a single young buck (that mate with doe) and you like to party, there are plenty of fish in the Bay. There is of course an obvious answer for that, of which you can find strolling around the downtown Crate & Barrel on a Sunday. With scarves on.
No but Octoberfest by the Bay pairs two great things: a loud, boisterous, drunken oompa pa band that plays Journey and the rest of the kids' favorites with panoramic views of a few national monuments and a rock, and a beer specifically made for festivals.
What a great idea. True banquet beer.

It was a huge crowd that blew through piles of kegs, but they contained only one beer, Spaten.
Apparently its a Munich staple and has been for like 500 years. You should read about it.
And it has a shovel for a logo that speaks not only to the quantity you'll have but also the fate of the end of your day should you abuse Spaten.

It was a dark bodied something or other. From the label I believe its an Urmarzen. And a damn good Urmarzen at that, if I've never had one.
After 3 liters, and of course they're sold in liters, it really didn't throw me to the ground as I predicted, and Luke Caudillo.
But it was enough for me to slip into an accidental conversation with a toothless security guard regarding whether or not the drunk dude that dove into the Bay would be arrested or not.
Let Spaten be the judge in that case. Track it down, its apparently on this whirl-wind national Octoberfest tour, so its pretty busy.












See, hot chicks.