WTF Weds: Mukkefuck Restaurant, Garmisch-Partenkirchen, Germany

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Apr 30, 2014

Rand and I stopped in Garmisch for a quick snack at a bakery (because if I say I need a snack, 90% of the time what I mean is “I need a pastry). Upon leaving, I noticed the sign on the restaurant across the way, and went in for a closer look.

 

… Aaaaaand cue lots of giggling. You guys, the restaurant is called “Mukkefuck.”

I stared for a while, delighted and disbelieving, which is a reaction I often have while traveling. I did a little research, and discovered four things:

  1. The restaurant has been there a while. Probably since around WWII.
  2. The name comes from the German word “Muckefuck”, which, I realize, it not at all better-sounding to American ears. It refers to any coffee substitute (like instant coffee), and it might have its origins in the phrase “mocha faux”.
  3. It’s pretty much pronounced how you’d think it would be.
  4. The food is supposedly fabulous.

Oh, and apparently the folks who work there totally get what you’re giggling about. They even sell souvenir t-shirts:

We’d just had a snack (and I realize that doesn’t normally stop me from eating again immediately after, but we also had dinner plans), so we took a few photos and left. But next time we’re in Bavaria, guess what the first thing on my to-do list will be?

That’s right.

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