Time to write about steak again.
Mr. Wahlmünchnerin (Wahlmünchner?) and I were in the mood to celebrate (I can’t remember why, but it doesn’t take much with us) so that meant going out for a steak.
Zum Goldene Kalb had been on my list for some time. It’s a very ‘München’ place. Checked table cloths and a healthy portion of the clientele is made up of schnösels. Side note: an über-quaffed youngish couple sat next to us and – I’m not shitting you – exchanged maybe three words during the entirety of their expensive, perfectly styled dinner.
Anyway, what can I say about zum Goldene Kalb? You can get a good steak there, If in a group, the waiters (all in rockabilly garb) wheel out your steak on a cart and slice it at the table.
Oh, the agony of first world problems.
Zum Goldenen Kalb
Right across the Schrannenhalle by Viktualienmarkt