I feel like there’s an art and a science to figuring out where to eat after running thirteen miles. Unfortunately, thirteen miles kind of drains you of any energy to spend on art or science, but thankfully the Bier Stein exists.
A bratwurst sandwich, radler, and Ex Novo lager were easy and obvious choices. Apparently running turns my taste buds German.
With all of this done by the early afternoon, there was only one logical way to spend the rest of our day- immersed in glorious naps.