Oh I had the best afternoon. After a morning of thinking quite hard at DLD, from the first thing one-on-one briefing (hey let’s talk SOPA at 830am, my brain is totally working right now. COFFEE) with the charming Bernd Beetz, CEO of Coty Inc, to the How Soon is Now? panel itself (livestreamed and filmed, so no pressure there), I uncurled and stretched like a luxuriating cat.
A whole afternoon off. Fancy.
I’ve been on the move for nine days now with no break, so the thought of doing something for me had me wrenching off my heels in the elevator and skipping down the corridor to my hotel room the moment the conference closed at 2pm.
I first visited Munich’s Pinakothek der Art Moderne with Emma R, when she flew in from Paris for the weekend during my time at Swarovski mission control near Innsbruck, about a two hour drive south of here. I’ve always wanted to return so, after a disco nap, I muffled up and took a taxi. (God, one of the things I love about being a grown up is having the choice not to walk if I don’t feel like it.)
Cultural needs sated, I went foraging for food. (I had asked the concierge at the Bayerischer Hof where I could go for a late lunch that served something other than traditional meat or sausage-heavy dishes. (I prefer a few more vitamins with my food.) I may as well have not bothered. At one point I actually banged my head against his desk in frustration as I tried to get the concept of contemporary food that wasn’t pasta or vegan into his thought processes. Imagine my surprise when I discovered a clutch of great places, exactly fitting my criteria, minutes from the hotel. He really was utterly, utterly useless.)
But first I checked out divine Dallmayr (the Fortnums of Munich) for cake supplies, before wandering off towards the Marienplatz, where I found a great contemporary Japanese/Asian canteen (MINUTES from the hotel, Mr Concierge, if you ever read this).
The light had gone by now and it was lightly snowing. I sucked down a central-heating bowl of chilli tofu ramen and a tall glass of green tea with joy and greed, and then skipped back in the evening snowstorm to the hotel in a particularly good mood, with fat snowflakes swirling around my head, landing on my nose and eyelashes. Just call me the love child of Maria von Trapp and Pollyanna.
Sasou was cheap, stylish and good: a kind of German Wagamama. My soup, tea & edamame came to 8EUR. They do takeout too from the window in front. This has been noted for the future because if, like me, you stay in a lot of hotels and are fed up to the back teeth with ropey room service, but have no idea where to source a good meal to smuggle into your room, knowledge of a restaurant like Sasou is a lifesaver. And it is BANG in the centre of Munich. (Cash only.)
Addendum. Having seen the price gouging today at the sushi counter at Munich airport, this might be a good place to pick up a plane picnic.
Marienplatz 28 (ecke rosenstrasse)
Mon-Sat: 11.00 – 22.00hrs