It's hard to get excited about Oktoberfest when you're living in NYC, surrounded by Nuts4Nuts carts and "Dan Smith Will Teach You Rock And Blues Guitar" posters. For worldly guzzling w/ an authentic feel, hit Stone Street's O'Fest this Saturday.
The SSO's eight straight hours of everything that makes Oktoberfest (and otherwise-suspect Germany) great: ample-bosomed ladies fräuleining it up as they push Paulaner pints on anyone with hands...$3 bratwurst and knockwurst, oozing juice onto flaming grills...Oompah bands blaring raucous songs that no human has ever enjoyed while sober...Nearby hard liquor sources (Ulysses* and Harry's Steak)...Potato pancakes...Fat people eating potato pancakes...
But what makes this the best 'Fest in town is the beastly Stone Street setting: laid out in the 1600s by the now-forgotten Dutch and lined with rustic, low-rise buildings, it's the oldest cobblestone street in NYC. To up the Oldworldness, the organizers are lining it with long, Hofbrauhaus-style tables -- so you'll feel like you're in Munich, and not "that park where everybody waits for Shake Shack."
Just try not to look up at the Über-American Goldman skyscraper -- or it'll shatter your brau-fueled reverie, and not even a lederhosened Dan Smith will get you back in the Ger-mood.