Quit talking to me in that condescending tone! You always treat me like a child!

For a livelier scene, head here on Friday or Saturday night, when mass beer-sculling (chugging) and yodeling are accompanied by a brass band and costumed waitresses ferrying foaming beer steins about the atmospheric, cellarlike space.

He fairly frightened the petted beauty out of her temper and toppingness.

However, the romantic subjective approach persisted, allowing the nontraveling reader the illusion of experiencing the region at firsthand...