My buddy, Adam-Adam, and I were headed off for a cruise, if I'm remembering correctly. And as all great adventures begin, I believe we were driving down the 405 and said to ourselves, "What is that magical place?"
We pull off and discover this magical, semi-abandoned, Bavarian village filled with German grocery stores, durndel shops, smorgasbords, and a flea market!
They have really great peanut butter Cheetos here. German peanut butter Cheetos. And chocolates.
Down this way was the restroom. Not a murder hole. At all.
Get your teeth done here!
* singing loudly * "Isn't it roooomaaaaantic..."
I'll admit. I kind of want these shutters.
We snuck into the meeting hall. I don't think we were meant to go inside the meeting hall.
Maggie's mom LOVED this place
Setting for the grand finale
Sunday brunch! They were open for business.
So, fast forward a year and I'm back in LA to see Michael Nesmith play for the very last time with The Monkees (as one does) and my friends are like, "What do you want to do while you're here?" And I'm like... "Let me tell you, my friends..." And we are off to eat Hawaiian food at Kings Hawaiian, makers of the best Thanksgiving rolls to ever grace your table, and a restaurant with a bakery store and chiffon cakes of your midcentury modern dreams.
And then I'm like, "And we're going to Oktoberfest."
So there you have it! As you re-read the book, which I'm sure all of you are doing, there's some images to help color the pictures in your imagination. And if you're ever down in SoCal, go check out these spots. Maybe one day I'll do a Maggie map. Until then... tune in until next time...