Rocked it with my little Bro in Frankfurt GE. Sometimes, it seemed like we were in the Turkish Province of Frankfurt. lol Kinda like walking around in parts of Northern VA wherein one could be forgiven for thinking that one was somewhere in Southeast Asia.
I kinda liked that about Northern Va, though. lol
We were out walking all day and we decided that we wanted to hit Hard Rock Cafe. Only problem. There is no HRC in Frankfurt. They do have them in Cologne, Munich and Berlin. Just not Frankfurt.
We jumped in a cab. Told him HRC. He acted like he knew where it was. We drive past the Hauptbahnhof and through a shopping district and arrive at this place called Wallyz. The Cab driver swears up and down that it’s HRC.
Turns out that he was half correct. Wallyz used to be a bootleg HRC. Looked like it. Served food like it. Even had the same name. Just different enough to avoid copyright infringement.
That placed closed down and was replaced by Wallyz Irish Pub. Wallyz looked cool enough and they were playing futbol on the “telly.” So we pulled up a stool, got some eats and a few drinks.
Jonathan brought his camera along and we took pics of random stuff and we did some of those silly jumping pictures that I love so much. lol Enjoyed ourselves, thoroughly.