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Munich being “Germany’s northernmost Italian city” is one of those clichés repeated so often that few stop to question it anymore. Usually, the phrase describes a polished version of dolce vita unfolding somewhere between Aperol Spritz and Maximilianstraße. But in Munich’s Glockenbach district — more precisely inside the former Schlagbauer butcher’s shop — that idea is being reinterpreted in a far rougher and more honest way.
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