There’s a life outside the World Cup! A good one, I must mention, especially when the Bierhalle Wolf restaurant is involved. Somehow we grew into this tradition that every birthday in the family should be marked with a visit to this all-year-round-Oktoberfest-tavern. For my birthday I only managed to get a minor adjournment until having to dive again, head first, in the yodler-schlager-polka milieu of central Zurich. Juu-huii! The only football references were the tablecloths, fashionably lawn-green with white markings, and the all present flags - even though the fllags were rather EU-style, with Ireland and Sweden and some other nations which didn’t make it to the finals. Well, Ingrid and the rest of her Austrian band, from Styria to be more precise, didn’t mention anything about games. The Steirer Boys did their thing and raised as usual the people on their chairs (chairs, as standing on the table is strictly verboten) - people which waved, clapped, whistled and yelled along whenever they happened to know the lyrics (or not). Who didn’t want to stand at least swayed - I mean schunkeln - or cheered, played frisbee with the beer coasters and all in all had a decent Friday evening fun. I got this time a generous plate of “Zürich Geschnezeltes” - beef with a mushrooms and cream sauce, served with rösti and a puny slice of tomato for the necessary vitamins (not overdoing it). What’s that “rösti” you will ask? Well, some other time about it - suffice to say it’s about potatoes. The beer couldn’t miss from this picture, obviously. This Eichhof dark lager showed up in a liter mug (called “Mass”) and made a fine impression. Dark copper under a short lived head, this Swiss beer tasted light, somehow like slightly roasted turf. Yes, Hubertus Dunkel is probably not the best selection for a heavy diner but… I was happy, everybody else even happier, so let the beer flow.