The original market was in the central square, Marienplatz. I know I already told you this, but you may have forgotten by now, so get over it; I love to repeat myself. King Maximillian did his kingly duty and decided that the market should be moved to the next square because it was getting big and crowded. The buildings in the next square were charity buildings. The buildings originally were used to house the homeless, meth heads, and high school dropouts with drinking problems. So King Max leveled the buildings, kicked the people out, and moved them to France. That was not nice of him, and the French were not amused one bit. Thus the Viktualienmarkt was born.
As Munich grew, so did the market. That was kind of a no-brainer, huh? Over the years, the market grew several times, taking down more middle -class, the unloved citizens of Munich. Rumor has it that is why the monks left. They were not happy about losing their little monk homes and told King Max to narf off then left for Thailand. Thailand has better weather and bigger buddhas anyway. Seriously, how could they not see this coming? With the population explosion, Munich needed more markets space. Something had to go. Bye Felicia.
As all things European, the market burned down in 1932. Every freaking thing in Europe burns down at one time or another, it seems. It took until after WWII for the city leaders to get off their asses and rebuild the market. The citizens were so happy they did not have to shop at Ralph’s any more that they build memorial wells as a symbol of their happiness. I don’t get it either, but water is important to the people, so memorial wells it is. I never saw one, but I did see that fish fountain, which pretty much made my life.
In the center of the market is a Maypole. Basically, it is the early beginning of the billboard. It displayed symbols and figures of the local trades. The families that sent their sons off to the world to find themselves and learn a trade used the Maypole to decide if the town was interesting or not.
This market is known for its exotic ingredients; you can get all sorts of cool stuff here. They have a little bit of everything for sale, from fruits to nuts to tiny cat sculptures. I saw strange things. I had no clue what they were, and there was no way they were going into my mouth. If you cannot tell what it is, that is a big old fat nope. I mean, it could be a rat or some sort of stink-bug on a stick targeting unsuspecting tourists for a laugh at their expense. Nope, nope, nope.
There is your typical beer garden, under the chestnut trees, at the Viktualienmarkt. Munich beer gardens open in the morning and are there all day are a drunks ‘paradise. I went by mid-afternoon, and the place was packed. German beer… yum. Try the Radlers. When you visit Munich, it is worth the time to wander through the Viktualienmarkt; who knows what treasure you may find or weird produce you may eat. Drink a beer for the old Chubby-Chick.