Ten hours earlier, before I'd kicked off my 12 hours of drinking, the resident accordion player called out the unapologetic theme for my day spent at the Hofbräuhaus:
“Everything you have heard here, that goes on at night, is probably true.”
As my eyes fixate on four housewives slugging down shots of Jagermeister in tandem, I can’t help but think that the polka-playing accordionist was right. Welcome to Cleveland, OH's version of the Hofbräuhaus.
In case you have been living under a very large and very clichéd rock, the Hofbräuhaus is the place to spend your evenings in Cleveland, Ohio. And yes, I’m talking to you.