I’m sure I’ve said this in recent post’s past, but damn I love fall. The air in Sunny North Carolina has FINALLY turned crisp. My hair looks flawless thanks to virtually 0% humidity. And my scarves can leave their resting place on my mannequin and join my neck in its various activities. I could continue to go on about how awesome fall is and how amazing the weather is and that the best zodiac sign has it’s birthday in the fall and so on and so on. But I won’t because we have more pressing matters to discuss.
A Lot of my life revolves around beer, especially in Charlotte where some of the best breweries in the country can be found. But this article isn’t going to be about the breweries. This is about my experience at a little-known restaurant in downtown Pineville called Waldhorn (I won’t be a dick and tell you to pronounce the W as a V… or is that what I just did?) When I say this place is cute, I fucking mean it. It’s straight out of a fairy tale. Seriously, it looks like your Oma’s house in the country where she makes borscht and homemade bread. What’s even better? Walhorn hosts about 2 – 3 acres in the back of the lot that they use annually for their Oktoberfest Celebration.
What is Oktoberfest you ask?
Well, traditionally, it as a Volksfest or a beer fest for us non-germanic speaking folks. The world’s largest and oldest version of Oktoberfest and the only true or official celebration is held in Munich and normally runs from mid to late September through the first weekend or two in October. People from all over the globe travel to Germany to celebrate this folk festival and have since 1810. It all started when King Ludwig married Princess Therese of Saxe – Hildburghausen on 10/12/1810. The entire city of Munich was invited to partake in the par-tay that was being held in the fields surrounding the city’s gates. The fields were named Theresienwiese (Theresa’s Meadow) in honor of the princess. Locals these days just call it Wiesn for short.
Our Oktoberfest was tiny in comparison, but still worth the $4 dollar ticket to get into the two massive tents. Of course, the beer was pricey at $20.00 a pitcher, but it was amazing German beer and the atmosphere made every penny worth it. I would have thought that there would be local brews on tap, but Waldhorn kept the selection as simple and honest as it could. One light lager, Krombacher Pils, and One true blue Oktoberfest lager called Augustiner-Bräu; the latter being my absolute favorite.
The polka band was lively and played all the covers you could ever ask for. There was a gaggle of elderly folks waddling about in their cute lederhosen; only occasionally getting up to dance with their loved ones and show off their stocking-ed legs. There was lots of cheering and lots of dancing and lots of singing songs I didn’t quite know the words to, which amused the very tall, very attractive dude to my right whom which I was almost forced to link arms with. I’m pretty sure he was squatting so that he didn’t accidentally pull me off the ground. (Not kidding, he was seriously tall.)
Was it worth it?
I normally don’t ‘do’ events like this, but I am so thankful that I did. It showed a different side of the city. One that felt more like home than the ‘of the moment’ bar crawls and bottle releases that this city has become synonymous with. Oktoberfest at Waldhorn will absolutely become a staple for the beginning of every fall I spend here in Charlotte from now on.
Be sure to check out your area for Oktoberfest festivities. Some may still be going on, even this late in October. Waldhorn still has some of the most authentic German food in Charlotte. Trust me, it’s worth visiting for a quiet dinner. The atmosphere is cozy and warm. It’s truly a place you won’t want to leave.
What did you do for Oktoberfest this year? Are there any great places to celebrate where you’re from? Leave a comment below!