One of the best things for studying in München is pretzel. 

I said that as an affirmative sentence, and I’m not the only one. I have met classmates who said the same about this twisted, heart-shaped bread.

 

The pretzels in München are called Brezn, and they are different from the soft ones from Auntie Anne’s. They are chewy like good European breads, and they are sinfully addictive when consumed with butter. All of my friends and family who have ever visited me in München got pleasantly surprised by a fresh-out-of-oven pretzel with half a centimeter thick butter in it.

 

You can eat them with white sausage, which is a specialty in Munich, or chew on it before your beer arrives in Oktoberfest. I grab a pretzel when I don’t have time to have lunch. People actually eat pretzel all the times. I see people gnawing on pretzels during rush hours on the train, for something quick and mess-less to eat. And I saw parents giving babies a piece of pretzel to chew on to keep them quiet and serene. 

 

Pretzels are quintessentially the bayerisch baby pacifier.

Lin