Oktoberfest means two things: beer and potato pancakes. The line outside of Zum Schneider's in the Lower East Side was offensively long but we somehow scored a table outside after not too long. We ordered the potato pancakes and a vegetarian plate.
I know I know, What is German food without sausage? But I was in the company of a vegetarian, who I always insensitively tempt with meat, plus we were headed to another restaurant right after, so I didn't want to fill up too much ... on food that is. I drank a liter of Spaten which was bigger than my head and the rest of the night and much of the next day was history.
This is how I looked with beer goggles.
This is how my German date looked. Cute, eh?