God Bless the Germans

Lets face it, people: We don’t need to tell you about some nifty public celebration or high-profile event for you to get drunk and gorge yourself on tasty meats. That probably happens on a weekly basis whether we here at New Times intervene or not. But that’s what makes Oktoberfest so damn cool. It’s an event during which you celebrate getting drunk and eating a ton of food by doing nothing more than getting drunk and eating a ton of food. That’s divine purity right there, folks. At 10 a.m. this Saturday, the city of Oakland Park will be throwing its Third Annual incarnation of the German festival, complete with lederhosen-sporting accordion players; biermadens hoisting fistfuls of frosty mugs; carnival rides and games; bratwursts, knockwursts, and every other imaginable wurst; and hundreds of gallons of sudsy, delicious beer. And the contests – oh, boy! The beer barrel roll sounds just OK, until you realize that those barrels need to be emptied by somebody before they roll anywhere. And the beer stein race, which has contestants heft sloshing mugs around a closed course, is just ripe for comedy. Sold yet? We thought so. It all goes down at the corner of Dixie Highway and NE 38 Street in Oakland Park, and the plentiful food and drink comes courtesy of Ambry German Restaurant. Call 954-630-4207.
Sat., Oct. 6, 2007