Ah, Bavaria - the rolling hills, the great beer, the lederhosen, sturdy women with overflowing and abundant cleavage, the mouth-watering sausages and succulent schnitzels... we apologise for getting your hopes up, but you won't find any of that here. What you will find is a, somewhat, nicely decorated cellar pub which belongs to a rather large chain of Estonian pubs that litter the country and serve very average pub cuisine to locals who have gotten used to greasy unimaginative food that is often heated up in the microwave and served with French fries covered in potato seasoning. Und das ist nicht wunderbar.