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Are you wondering where to go for Oktoberfest in Sydney? Well, I have kindly volunteered to do some market research to help you find the best place to go. My suggestion, pork knuckle down and get to Löwenbräu Keller!

Perched upon Argyle Street in the Rocks, Löwenbräu Keller is the perfect venue for a few liters of beer and a good hearty meal.  They prides themselves on being the most authentic Munich restaurant in Sydney, and the historic cobble stone streets add a touch of charm while you’re playing make-believe wishing you were really in Munich celebrating Oktoberfest.

Löwenbräu Keller has two areas, the outside tables which are perfect for lapping up the daylight savings sun or the traditional Bavarian beer hall bar inside and down stairs. The service is typical German – serious, punctual and dressed in ledenhosen and beer wench dresses. Cheesy and cliché, what more would you want in a German restaurant during Oktoberfest?…. probably beer and food.

There is an extensive beer (Bier) menu with Oktoberfest specials coming in all shapes and sizes, but mostly in the traditional 1 litre beer mug. Get in the spirit and order the Bowenbrau Oktoberfestbier – a full-bodied brew with a hint of spice which will get you feeling very festive. As for the good, if you’re on a diet don’t even bother. If you like rich, creamy, fried food – you have come to the right place.

I opted not to go for the famous pork knuckle although I fully intended to before I arrived, but it was huge and looked like too much admin for my liking. Given I was a little tipsy I opted for an easier-to-eat pork belly served with braised cabbage, roast potatoes and jus. The pork belly was everything pork belly should be – a tender, juicy, fall-apart-in-your-mouth piece of belly topped with a crisp, golden piece of crackling. I could almost feel the roasted fat residing on my thighs immediately. But when in  Germany (or The Rocks), you must do as the Germans do. The chicken schnitzel covered in mushroom sauce and mashed potatoes was just as heart-stopping delicious.

If you’re feeling more like a pig than you are a German, never fear, Löwenbräu Keller have a roaming live German band there, yodeling for your entertainment so you can dance the calories and night away….

The Bitter: Probably more than I would have liked to pay, but you only get to celebrate Oktoberfest once (a year)

The Sweet: Service, schnitzel and shameless stereotypes

The Damage: Liter of beer, huge meal and cardiac arrest will cost about $50 per person.

Oink Oink,

Truffle Pig.

Löwenbräu Keller – 18 Argyle St, The Rocks – Sydney, NSW – lowenbrau.com.au

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On my recent trip to Japan I discovered I love Japan, Japanese people, Japanese cities, Japanese trains, Japanese toilets, Japanese beer and Japanese food…. A lot. It appears the feeling is mutual as I found my smiling snout plastered on walls, posters and signs around the country.

Oink oink,

Truffle Pig.

After touching down in Hong Kong we beelined for the first yum cha restaurant we could get our trotters on and from that point on it was a non-stop eating frenzy that left me looking like an over stuffed pork bun.

It was quick trip filled with extreme eating (chicken feet and frogs followed by some dry heaves) and more dumplings I could keep count of. The food markets were amazing and undoubtably fresh with the fish still flipping and flopping as though they had jumped right out of the harbour  onto the street. Every part of the animal is out for the world to taste – the ears, the heads, the organs and all the bits I actually like to eat – if only I had a kitchen over there, I would have gone bananas.

The street side food vendors are as cheap as chips and full of flavoursome fun. Sign language is essential as english speaking service is as rare as a bad meal over here. We were welcomed into the kitchen to point out what parts we wanted on our plates and we were never met with disappointment. Service with a smile, sizzling stirfrys, sweet and sour soups, Sing Taos and so much soy sauce!

My hooves and hunger kept me too preoccupied to document every place I overindulged (and there were lots!) but I am happy to point pigs in the right direction if they want to know where to stuff their snouts in Hong Kong. I love everything about this insane city and I can’t wait to eat it all over again next year.

Oink oink,

Truffle Pig.

Hong Kong here I come…. Not a single soup will go unslurped, a gyoza ungobbled or a noodle ungnawed.

Send me any suggestions on where to eat, drink and shuffle my trotters….

Oink oink,

Truffle Pig.