Imagine: it's 3:30 AM, you've got €10, a Social Distortion song in your head, and two hot girls…read morehanging out with you who don't want to go home yet. If you're the world's greatest gigolo, you could take them home and make the kind of movie their parents warned them about. If you're me, you say, "I'm taking y'all to the punkest bar in Munich."
This place is unadulterated rock and roll. It hits you before you even make it down the smokey stairs. The smell of piss, beer, and puke, I mean. But that is also the smell of rock and roll.
Most folks here wear a lot of black, but I somehow always to find my way here when I'm wearing something like a pink t-shirt or a white button-down. No big deal. Everyone is too cool busy minding their own business to give a rat's ass.
Foosball, darts, and pool are in the back and around the corner. Tables are everywhere. Everyone is friendly and perpetually in a good mood. Must be something in the leather and spikes. Or maybe the hair dye. Or maybe the great prices on shots of liquor. Beer prices are average, but the liquor prices are great.
If you really love your punk and metal, and you're nice, you'll probably eventually get into a cool conversation with the bartenders about their first viewing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, comparing scuba diving notes, or debating the merits of early versus later albums from Bad Religion. Oh, and if you're really, really nice, you might even end up staying here until 5:30 AM with two hot girls.
