I rode the Strasse from Kafertal to down town Mannheim in the mid 90s. Some of the drunken locals (German, not GIs) would puke on the floor. One young man puked a bright orange substance with the viscosity of paint.
Next, let's discuss the romanticism and superiority of the European fests. They were fun, but let's stay honest about it.
“Next, let’s discuss the romanticism and superiority of the European fests. They were fun, but let’s stay honest about it.”
The fests were awesome! Why? Gluehwein!