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1. Entrance to the film museum
The falconeer
Die Schalenbrunnen Fountain
Carschhaus, DusseldorfDrink Altbier.
There’s nothing like having money to burn. I arrived in Dusseldorf from Bamberg with a pocket full of deutsch marks and one night to spend them in. VTer Kai was waiting at the train station to whisk me off to his Mom’s place so I had no worries about finding a room or navigating the big city streets. This was going to be easy. Or so I thought. I got a tour of the fire hall where he works and then after dropping the car off at Mom’s, we took the tram into town. I had been there a few years earlier but it was another one nightstand attempting to try all the altbiers in town. We did a little walk around but the weather was awful and the brewpubs were calling. I couldn’t spend money on the street, right? We went for lunch at yes you guessed it, a brewpub with wonderful local foods and great altbier to wash it down. I paid, explaining that these marks would be worthless once the Euro came in. Besides, he had picked me up at the station and was putting me up. We then went from one brewpub to the next, I believe there were four, and drank countless beers. The best was Uerige, where the beer waiters also came through with fresh local snacks for sale. I found out that the Dusseldorfers make pretzels that would put Bavaria to shame. We asked a few local guys to snap our photo and could not help but take one of them as well. It’s a great bustling place with no pretence whatsoever. I just loved it and the beer and food as well. Stuffed but still looking to try some more beers and food, we ventured back for a late night snack at yet another brewpub. Kai smartly ordered something small but I went for this massive plate. It was fried potatoes with veggies under a slab of leberkäse, topped with a fried egg. As good as it was, I couldn’t eat it all. Still,somehow on the way to the tram, I wanted some ice cream so we stopped in McDonald’s. We got back to his Mom’s and I promptly passed out. It was late and I had spent three days in three major beer cities in a row. Plzen, Bamberg and now, Dusseldorf. I would be up early the next morning and on a train to Holland. I had a date with the Grolsch Brewery. As hard as I had tried, I still hadn’t spent all my deutsch marks.
