The "Preissn" in glittering dirndls are as much a part of Oktoberfest for a Bavarian as ketchup is to white sausage. Whether it's about style breaks, start-up hustlers, or "Stritzis," Harry G spares neither greedy landlords nor sausage factory-owning football managers from his mockery. Nevertheless, his passionate tirades are always filled with love for the Bavarians and serve as a call for conservation that is heard even beyond the Main River. Because where else do vegan yoga thrushes, hipster cyclists, and "Sörens" from Hanover gather to be collectively insulted while laughing their heads off? Exactly: at Harry G, the legitimate heir of Karl Valentin.