My brother and his frosty Erdinger. The cool thing is that my brother used to live in Erding. Sadly, we were not enjoying this brew in the country of its origin (and our origin–we’re one-quarter kraut thanks to Grandma Leber). We imbibed at On the Waterfront Cafe in Venice, California–one of the better places to watch the sun sink into the Pacific Ocean.
He looks like someone famous. I can’t think of who.