By the way, I had the absolute best time when my dad and I visited Munich, Germany enroute to searching for our Irish anscestors. I remember this huge beer hall that sold beer in liters and giant pretzels--like a foot across. Unfortunately I had five of the beers to wash down the pretzel. Since I was 18 at the time I weighed 120 lbs. Let me tell you I was a BIT under the wheather the next day.