Despite its diminutive appearance, the Ambry has a maze of tables and booths and a healthy-sized bar from which to consume the thickest, frothiest brews in town. Beer steins adorn shelves, shadow boxes contain trinkets, and numerous woodwind instruments dangle from the ceiling. The crowded bar boasts a row of topped-off steins, and soccer team flags and fake flowers decorate the little alcohol-vending alcove. Dark and packed with more tchotchkes than your grandma's apartment, the Ambry looks every bit of its 30 year pedigree. From the outside, it looks like a medieval castle with German and American flags on the ramparts. Inside, the dark, winding corridors reveal private rooms anchored by warm hearths. Up front is a bar that's covered with so much German soccer memorabilia you'd half expect to find World Cup hero Bastian Schweinsteiger chilling there with a pint of Tucher Hefeweizen in hand. Instead you'll find plenty of regulars hoisting decorative steins, eating ruby-hued prime rib specials, and noshing on supple, house-made sausages with rustic mustard sauce. A great place to drink, and good for a bite, too.