Almost everyone who grew up in the west of Munich or in Germering knows the inn in Freiham. And the older ones like to talk about how things used to be there and reminisce. In the distant past, in the sixties and seventies, the guest rooms were dark, smoky caves. The long-established people sucked on their cheroot or their pipe, the younger ones thought the red filterless ones made locally or the Bleu from France were cool.
Gasthaus zum Gustl in Freiham – Munich
