Raise your hand if you have been to Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Yeah. So Monday is Martin Luther King Day and for people it means a day off, and so some of the guys had this idea to go to Milwaukee, and so we have now been there, too.
Taking a train was surprisingly convenient, even if accompanied by the typically panicky American transportation organization with security checks and id-ing. Only an hour and a half later there we were, in the America Chicago seems to be so far away from. It was gray, snowy, empty, and very quiet. Google says the city and suburbs have over 1.7 million people, but at least this weekend, no one seemed to be at home. The streets feel very Estonian, somehow, cold and long. Surely, the clear German touch also adds to it. In the nineteenth century the Germans mainly built Milwaukee on beer, and this is why our first compulsory visit was to the Lake View Brewery where seven bucks got us a tour (no EU regulation would EVER let anyone make any food like this, but the grubbiness was kinda cute), four cups of the house beer (one worse than the other) and a brewery glass. The evening ended for us in an overly expensive but apparently America`s most famous German restaurant Maders (everyone between JFK and Justin Bieber have eaten a wurst there) and for the younger folks in the Coyote Ugly, where, as we heard the morning after, it had really been ugly.
The highlight of the day was seeing the wings of the Milwaukee Art Museum Quadracci Pavillon open exactly at noon, and the absolutely exquisite building by the famous Spanish architect Calatrava kept us inside for quite some time. Another reason to visit the place is Harley Davidson, because this is where the bikes were born and are still made today. The museum, shop and a bikers` restaurant entertained us for the rest of the afternoon. This weekend we saw America again.
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