Yes, we’re about a million miles away from Austro-Hungary, but started by two Slovakian-born partners this as a close as you’ll get to the real deal. They have beer, they have garden. What more do you need?

One half is the ‘hall’ with a grand central bar, portraits and photographs of forgotten ambassadors and various military figures adorning the walls, and hand-hewn tables made of logs that are almost as old as America itself. The adjacent garden is more casual, with a retractable roof for winter/summer, old picnic tables and a smoky brat stand satisfying all your sausage needs. With live music daily, you’ll feel your hips twitching half way through your schnitzel.

There’s a bevy of imported brews (about 60 bottles and 20 on tap) including the dark and spicy Hofbräu Dunkel if you’re feeling saucy, and the sessionable Blanche de Bruxelles for something lighter. Take in a few beers and appreciate the waitresses in full wench garb who saunter to and fro with red pleated skirts and Hofbrauhaus litre mugs in each hand. Sure, it’s a breeding ground for gluttony and lust, but all the best bars are.