Augsburg is a pretty town, and deserves more than a few hours. For some reason they have decided to dig up most of the streets this summer. I found it tricky to find my way on the bike, I do not envy anyone who needs to navigate there with a car.
I returned my bike at the station and walked through the Old Town towards my next destination, the brewpub König von Flandern. I am definitely back on the tourist track here, with menus in various languages. A cozy place with nooks and crannies, but I headed for the terrace at the back on this balmy evening.
The first beer, the Helles, hit the spot. Fresh, aromatic hops, discreet bitter tail. More of a Pilsener, if you ask me. Cellar temperature, crisp and refreshing.
I need something to eat, and a salad would be just the thing. I order a Wurstsalad, but I did not get quite what I expected. A plate covered with sliced sausage, marinated in a vinegar dressing. Topped with sliced red onion and pickles. This would not be considered a salad anywhere else on the planet. The bread was good, though. Baked with leftovers from the brewing.
A beer with a name ending in -tor usually means a bock. These brews are often seasonal, with the poüring of the first glasses of the Maibock being a big event. The King of Flanders, however, had the bock available even in June.
The Alligator has a very dark brown color. It is soft, sweet and malty. Did I say sweet? Very sweet. Saccarine sweet. An opportunity lost.
But overall – a nice place, friendly service, just stick to the Helles if you want a beer. And if your have doubts about the menu, you could always ask. Or just have another pork knuckle.