Friday Feierabend Texas-Style: Rodeo, BBQ & a Side of Karen

Ach du liebe Zeit, if one more Texan tells me “TGIF,” I’ll remind them we Bavarians invented Feierabend before America was even a twinkle. Ja, Friday afternoon hits different here in Texas… no church bells like in the Alps, just the rattle of diesel trucks leaving the jobsite and that sweet smell of mesquite smoke drifting over the neighborhood. Feierabend in Texas – Not Just Beer O’Clock Back in Bayern, when work’s done, we head to the Biergarten, order a…

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Why This Old Bavarian Loves Texas More Than Lederhosn

Ach du lieber, let me tell ya: if one more fella asks me why a stubborn Bavarian like me packed up his Bierkrug and moved to Texas, I might just smack him with a bratwurst. It’s not complicated, Freunde – Texas is like Bavaria’s wild cousin who traded the Alps for longhorns, and I fell head over boots for it. Sunsets Bigger Than Beer Steins In Bavaria, ja, we have mountains and lakes that make poets cry. Schön, wunderbar. But…

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Servus Texas, I’m Hans “Brewkraut” – First Blog, First Beer

Zefix nochmal, if you’re reading this, either you got lost on the internet or you actually care what a grumpy Bavarian brewmaster is doing in Texas. Either way – Servus, Grüß Gott, and howdy, my friends. I’m Hans, but since nobody here can pronounce my last name without sounding like a lawnmower choking, I go by Hans “Brewkraut.” Easier on your tongue, ja? Who Is This Bavarian Loudmouth? I was born with a Maßkrug in one hand and a Brezn…

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