Look, you don't have to be a historian to understand the evils that Germany has been responsible for (and therefore I don't need to explain here). But there is an evil that has somehow eluded the iron shackles of shame....the evils of German food. It is easily in the bottom 3 of ethnic cuisines. So I guess that makes my review a bit biased. But let me regale you with some truth, dear reader; WHOM AMONGST YOUR FRIENDS IS A GERMAN FOOD FAN?!!?! What's that I hear? Crickets? That's what I thought. And I am not counting anyone who has friends named Hans or Helmut or Kurt etc...Beer cheese? Let the Italians and French handle cheese, let the Germans handle beer and roads without speed limits. (Kraftwerk is my favorite German export, check them out sometime). Potato pancakes are bland and unappealing. The thing with pancakes is this....they're not good for you, even these starchy messes. So if you're going to indulge, go whole hog and go to a breakfast place that specializes in them. (Don't you love how pancakes have escaped the wrath of dietitians and the public? It is a desert that has hitched its ride to breakfast. What a scam, no wonder most of us get sweaty and out of breath just reading yelp reviews). German sausages!?!?! GO TO CURE AND GET GOOD PORK PRODUCTS. THE GERMANS CAN'T DO PORK EITHER!!!
I guess Hofbrahaus was fighting with one hand behind their back in the first place.
Anyways...this is a fair to middling drinking place. If you have out of town friends who come from a relatively rural or small town..they might enjoy the gimmick.
The beer garden itself is a pretty nice spot to enjoy beers on the weekend as well...so I have to acknowledge that. But it is quite Bro heavy...so if that's not your scene, I get it.
IF THIS RESTAURANT WERE A MUSICIAN/BAND: Frankie Yankovic. Polka is pretty bad by most measures, but old people and drunks love it. But they can't defend their love of it.