Florian Diekmann und Britta Kollenbroich:

What is there to eat today,” Manfred Huber* calls out to the woman at the cash register. “The same as always!” she shouts back. Huber looks confused. How’s he supposed to know what the “same as always” means? It’s been years since his last visit to Seehaus, which is possibly Munich’s most beautiful beer garden. Yet how can the cashier be expected to know that this dapper retiree in his leather jacket hasn’t been able to afford Seehaus for some years now?

It was a dumb question anyway, Huber decides a few minutes later when he finds himself sitting in front of a beer, obatzda cheese spread and a pretzel. He wouldn’t have wanted anything else, anyway. He’s sitting in the beer garden on the bank of the Kleinhesseloher Lake in the city’s massive English Garden. Just like he used to. At his favorite place.

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