“Der Atzinger” has been around for the longest part of my adult life. Therefore, having been informed that it has been sold to a new owner and that it will be changing out of recognition, it is only fitting that I should take this opportunity to render a small eulogy.
On returning from one of my many travels a couple of years ago, the boys at the “Stammtisch” told me that Georg, “der Wirt”, had fallen into a coma. He was to die a few months later and now I have been informed that his widow and the other part owner have sold the illustrious “Gaststaette”. No doubt a theme will be introduced, waitresses flashing a bit of thong and working for some 10 Euros an hour will populate the place and the old bar staff with their expensive social insurances will suffer a similar fate to that of ‘Boxer’ in “Animal Farm’. John, “der Kellner”, puts it all down to globalisation but maybe it is more down to Georg dying prematurely.The place will be missed; there were periods of my life where I was a regular and there was many an evening where my pub crawl ended and started there. Indeed, there were a few nights when I didn’t manage to leave the place.
In retrospect, was the price for those incredible binges worth it; the fatty liver, the millions of lost brain cells and all the little things that should put any self respecting person to shame? Do you know, I think the answer has to be yes, and anyway if I hadn’t been sitting in “der Atzinger” I would have been sitting somewhere else.
My visits have become very infrequent. However, I was walking around Munich nine days ago and I did look in and have a coffee and who was sitting in his usual place, supping his usual “Weissbier” but Charlie. Most likely I will return to Munich via England at the beginning of October and when I do the “Atzinger” will probably look very different. Maybe the big burly “Kellner”, will be prancing about in a thong.
The picture above; “der Charlie versteckt sich hinter seinem bier”