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Just around the corner from the St. Ignaz church in the Altstadt, there’s a wine bar called “Beichtstuhl” – German for confessional.
The story of its name goes like this:
The menfolk in days gone by evidently preferred drinking with their mates to going to church. (Things don’t really change….)
So when the womenfolk started nagging them (things really don’t change…) about absolving themselves of their sins by a visit to St Ignaz and a chat with the priest, they’d think “Anything for a quiet life” (no, they don’t do they…) and say
“OK, I’m off to confession then, dear”
Yeah, right.
Straight down to the boozer….
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>There was a watering hole near my parents’ house called “Overtime” – I had to walk passed it to/from school – boy, that place has been gone for over a decade now.
>HI! Mine too! First trip that is…HI CHRIS & DEB!!! They’re my cyber-DP-family!Anyway, just had to let ya know I’ve enjoyed what I’ve read so far….very funny stuff! I love to laugh and if you’re ever brave enough to visit my slice of “DP life” you’ll see evidence of that!Great snaps…great commentary! I’ll be back! =)Cheers!;)
>Well, they do say that bartenders are the closest things to confessors ;-)))Welcome to the DP family!
>I confess-this is my first visit to your blog.Minneapolis welcomes you to the DP community!