Rechthaler Hof used to be an absolute treasure; now I don’t think I want to go there again. Their rostbratens used to be a thing of delicious wonder; now quite mediocre.
3pm. Munich hotel. The newly refurbished Rechthaler Hof was a disappointment. The ladies in dirndls are gone, just one man instead. When I asked for a rostbraten he didn’t even ask how I wanted it done. Smaller portions than they used to give and no salad with it. Mediocre (and too pink). Späten beer has been replaced by Ayinger. Bright inside. One nice touch is a square of stained glass hanging between seating sections. Three women receptionists at reception, and a gorgeous-bottomed little barmaid. Try to nap as Munich is waste of time during the day. No music on TV of course.
I have discovered Munich really is over for me. Why pay all that money for so little in return, when you can get so much for so comparatively little in Brussels, Vienna and Berlin. The fact my beloved Rechthaler Hof was closed for 2 months for refurbishment just reinforced that view and made it much much starker. Rechthaler Hof was so much the best thing about Munich for me. This is what it is when a gentleman gets old perhaps: he prefers food over everything else. Sex slips much further down the agenda. Another reason why are you are fatter when you are old than when you are young.