A Munching Marathon through Munich

It is now 2:30 p.m. and we are stuffed with three more restaurants to go. We decide to pass through the Viktualienmarkt street market once more before moving onto the Bergwolf a few blocks away. Good thing we do, because we find a small shack serving ice-cold beer in large mugs and monstrous pretzels. The pretzel is fantastically soft on the inside, crisp and salt-flecked on the outside and bigger than Jeff’s head.
Delighted, we continue our search-and-destroy mission for Bergwolf’s famous currywurst.