Today Sam and I traveled south to Denver to sample some German traditions. While much more akin to a street fair than the traditional beer tent format of other Oktoberfests, the Denver Oktoberfest had a certain local charm. We chowed down on our obligatory bratwursts, drank our beer, and partook in some polka music. The highlight of our short stay here was a troupe of traditional dancers—or plattlers—who entertained the crowd with a good old-fashioned knee-slapping dance, and a bizarre log chopping jig.
After that, we made our way further into Denver to infiltrate the state capitol and give them a piece of our minds. Unfortunately it was Sunday and no one was around to give it to.
Then we continued on to the Cheeky Monk, a Belgium bar and restaurant and a true diamond in the rough. After feasting on fried awesomeness and 8 2oz samples of Belgium beauties, we somehow managed to make it back to the bus station to catch our bus where upon boarding we promptly passed the fuck out. The end
And now for some more optical illusions: