Kennedy's Bar and Restaurant — Restaurant in Munich

Kennedy’s – A pub like it should be!

Nae cocktail bar vibes, just a proper pub – Guinness tastes like it should, whisky selection’s solid (even if the drams are just 2cl – seriously, that’s barely enough to get started!), and the staff? Sound as hell – putting up with folk ordering Hugo Spritz and still managing a smile, that’s a talent.

Karaoke? Aye, the host is brilliant, even if the song choices are… questionable at best. Expect a mix of French chansons, chart hits, and German pop – but nae single proper pub song in sight! The day somebody belts out Drunken Sailor or The Wild Rover, we’ll be the first to buy them a pint. Until then, it’s a gamble between cringe and accidental brilliance.

Live sports? Aye, and if you’re already showing Scottish football & rugby, gie us a Belhaven or Tennents! That’d be a real game changer.

Food’s good, but bring back Irish stew! Some o us dinnae want a burger every time, ken?

Whisky with cola gets served – sadly, because there’s aye one eejit who orders it. But at least the real stuff’s there for those who ken better.

Kennedy’s is the kinda pub ye pop in for a quiet pint an somehow end up in the wildest, weirdest but best blether – usually at the smokin area. One time, a bunch o steamin Spaniards gave me a full-on lesson in makin the perfect burrito (which, let’s be honest, isnae even Spanish, but who’s arguin wi drunk folk?). If ye ever find yersel in the women’s bogs, steer clear o the first cubicle – it’s got a tilt. We christened it The Drunken Pooper years ago, an by the state o some folk on a Saturday, the name’s still well deserved.

Been comin here for over 10 years, and aye, we moan aboot the menu changes, but we’re still here. That says somethin, eh?

A proper pub, even if it’s miles away from where it should be. But gie me a dram, a pint, an folk who ken how tae tell a story – an for a while, I can almost pretend I’m hame. Slàinte!

Bonus rule: If a glass just shatters oot o nowhere – nae touch, nae reason, just pure pub magic – that’s the sign: Time tae go! Dinnae ask why, we’ve tested this plenty, an it’s never been wrang. Some say it’s the heat, some say it’s fate – we just ken when the universe tells ye tae git, ye...

It was my favourite bar until today.

Today, March 16, 2024, arriving at the bar around 8:30 p.m., I find myself faced, like many Saturdays, with a queue. Nevermind, I stood in line and wait like everyone else. A girl with a companion, coming after everyone else, came and stood at the front of the queue, without regard or respect for the others waiting in the cold before her. I went straight to the girl to ask her to queue like everyone else and when she didn't listen, I contacted the bouncers to do their job and make sure that first come, first served.

The bouncers simply did nothing. Instead, one of them brushed off the real problem and started lecturing me about my body language, I quote “Calm down, relax, you are being aggressive, it is clear from your body language.”

This actually counted the first very simplistic perception, the reason is that I use my body language in all my psychological conditions i.e. no matter if I am happy, unhappy or angry, I am a very expressive person, I always make full use of my face expressions and my hands. Yes, I was angry, but you cannot assume that if I wasn’t I would express myself less vibrantly, for the previous reason.

Then he said, I quote: “you've gone too far!” in another word : you overreacted to the matter.

And this counted the second very simplistic perception, the reason is that the matter is a matter of principle (a matter of respect), I cannot tolerate any behaviour where someone has to believe that he/she has the privilege to get served before others just because they want so.

In the end, the girl and her companion got in there before me and before everyone else who came before her. What a shame !

I hope I did not over-expect from the bouncers because to see my point, they may require much more than...

Sat down for a quick meal and drink around evening, by myself while my family attended a concert.

Had near half a pint left while I must of been less than 2 minutes to the toilet.

It was removed as they’d cleared the table and then blamed me for moving to the toilet for a minute as personally having my wallet or belongings didn’t seem like a wise idea to be left on the table - while leaving most of my pint which I thought would be signal enough, alongside the staff clearly seeing me there for a good half hour.

Came back to the table to see my glass had been taken.. easy enough mistake to make you’d think. The response not so warm.

Said I’d taken a table of 5 as an excuse- the only table available so.. good luck with that one. Wouldn’t take a sound suggestion of any drink or half a pint in response to my drink being taken by him, getttup my lad corker on you.

If service is part of an experience then a joke is an understatement.

The main server with a beard - some little bear.. responded he’d seen me from his response and cleared the table.. my guy.. so he did at least acknowledge my existence of being there (I’d probs just take accountability at this point IMO as a server)

Such an easy misunderstanding to rectify howling.. said a hard NO for me taking the table of 5 as part of it…..not even relevant but sure…probs doesn’t care as they get so much footfall.. but if your done by you then you get 0 accountability. Take as it is as it is at your own will...