"... you go... I'm never leaving this place."
I'd like to say I rocked the Hofbrauhaus, but in truth, the haus rocked me. The beer at Hofbrauhaus is flown in from Germany. Their wheat beer is delicious and among one of the better I've tasted. Like true German wheat beers, it is served sans fruit.
Huge steins of beer come as soon as you can order them. The beer drinking ensues at your table and on-stage. I was here during downtime in Las Vegas, Saturday at 2pm, so the place was far from packed. The band was a husband-wife team and despite the fact that the beer hall was only sparsely populated, they performed like it was a full house. With interactive songs that ranged from standing on your bench to pounding your stein on the table to the rhythm of the song, they constantly kept all patrons involved. I could go on with some of the other tricks they have up their sleeves but I'll let you come here to see them for yourself.
Even after a tough session of playing trumpet and flugelhorn, they still make rounds of the hall and chat with you while taking slugs off their steins. Both talkative and sapient about the tradition of the Hofbrauhaus, they're even willing to get a little personal.
I had to get them a round of apple schnapps shots before I left, it felt mandatory.