So let’s face it – My social life is pretty good these days. I have a lot of friends and I live above the best Irish bar in Frankfurt. Well, I claim that they are all my friends, as they spend most of their drinking lives in my living room…..
My capacity for beer has reached astronomical proportions recently…to the point where I went out for nearly 12 hours a couple of weeks ago and went home sober…..SOBER. Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t have driven a car – But I felt like I feel when I go out for a single beer. Now, a few years ago, this would have peaked my young and proud hormone…but that frickin scared me.
That said, it was just a blip and I was merrily wrecked in 2 hours and much less booze a few nights later. Thank fook for that.
For a long time now I have been the sterotype stay indoors geek. I don’t really know why I did it…I certainly had plenty of excuses for it, but I am out more than I am in…exploring Frankfurt, meeting with friends. My PC is a glorified TV now with added internet surfing. Hence the reason for the blog posts being relatively few and far between…
The best thing is, I am enjoying it. Don’t get me wrong, it is nice to have a refuge sometimes…but living where I do, it is a rare weekend when the doorbell isn’t ringing or the phone isn’t going.
I just realised that this post totally undoes my healthy post, but I am determined to maintain the balance of considerable drinking prowess AND lose some weight/get healthy.
I think the best thing about the Anglo is that it is one of the few bars left in the world (that I know of anyway) where you start off in a group and end up in an entirely different group by the end of the night, having spoken to everyone in the bar at some stage. Don’t mistake that for the bar being full of regulars either, sure regulars exist (I am case in point), but the atmosphere is something else. The bar staff are superb, the music is great…I don’t really need to comment on the beer and the shots are dangerously good. Plus it shows the football. This bar just has it all.
I do go to other bars and places fairly often, but the phrase “All roads lead to the Anglo” is pretty much true. Everyone ends up there at some point during the night. It helps that it stays open until 5am I suppose 
Frankfurt seems to have a ‘Fest of some description almost every week and they all center around drinking copious amounts of beer…..I am sure there is some culture thrown in there somewhere to these things…but seriously…beer.
Like this weekend they have arguably their biggest Fest, absolutely huge, different music being played on various stages all over the place. Tens of thousands of people. I arranged to meet everyone at a Brazilian Cocktail bar…let’s just say they were pouring generous measures. Many different drinks were consumed, then we made the mistake of heading into the main area to find somewhere else – Spent 45 minutes getting shoved along and ended up at the Anglo to get trollied there instead….
My current fave Anglo tipples are (in no particular order)
Licher Pils…German beer – Genius
Springbok – Green minty shot thing
Baby Guinness – Looks like a Guinness, tastes like nectar of the gods
Caramel Vodka – Made by the fine barstaff themselves
I will not under any circumstances drink JaegerMeister…that is just an alcoholic Benolyn cough medicine and I want no part of it….there are very few drinks in this world I will run away from, jaeger is one of them…especially if some numpty decides to do Jaeger Bombs with my beer…MF!
Most of these things are consumed with monotonous regularity and most evenings finish at around 6am…often later if people fancy the few minutes it takes to walk to the Club Keller. Germany, where 24 hour opening hours actually means something
This is another one of those rambling..go nowhere posts. (I know, they all are right?). Just an unashamedly happy post about my recently adopted social life. I had heard good things, so decided to give it a try…
Interesting thing happened on Saturday night – Someone who I don’t know that well came to the bar at some point, and was trying to pull a friend of mine…who ran away (possibly screaming) at the first opportunity. I decide that I have had enough and make to say goodbye and go home….where this person stops me and very pointedly says “I am not going upstairs with you for a quick shag”
Either the worst pickup line in the history of the world, or she remembers our conversations a damn sight differently than I did.
Alcohol is bad
I know most of you will have heard of the ponderings or musings as they are sometimes called like, “How does the man who drives the snowplough get to work in the morning?” or “If cats always land on their feet, and toast always lands butter side down…what would happen if you tied buttered toast to the back of a cat?”
