Despite Munich’s extensive and mouthwatering breakfast options, there are times when the British side of me craves brunch. Real brunch. The concept of brunch in Bavaria is somewhat different to London, New York & co – it’s usually a huge buffet and you pay an all inclusive per head price (and, no, drinks often aren’t included in that). Real brunch, in my world, is often a combination of the following: eggs benedict, Bloody Marys and mimosas, and at least one all-day hangover type food which involves some kind of meat/cheese. And no, this doesn’t translate into some kind of grease-filled, alcoholic fest – it still stays tipsily classy…well, most of the time. Just when I’d given up on such weekend joys since moving to Munich, please enter: Mural.
New York style brunch eats, combined with art – Mural is adjoined to MUC (Museum of Urban and Contemporary Art). So, you can fulfil both you hipster foodie and cultural cravings in just one visit – win, win.
By day, Mural is accessible to most budgets – falling within the realm of standard Munich prices for high quality dishes. By night? Well, Mural’s talented chefs really get to work: plating up 5-7-course menus. And local is the key word here: Mural’s foodie philosophy is to keep it close to home.
Stripped-back and industrial chic, Mural feels more like it belongs in Brooklyn or Berlin, than Munich. But that’s the beauty of it. It’s slap bang in the centre of the city, around the corner from the throngs of tourists, but you’d never know – you turn the corner into this unsuspecting spot and step into a hipster world away from the chocolate box centre. The partially open bar/kitchen gives it that little extra pizazz, allowing you to sneak a peek at the chefs hard at work and hear the sizzle of your Philly cheesesteak being cooked to perfection. It also makes a great spot for solo brunches too, because you won’t be the only one – many people stop off here alone after a visit to the Museum.
You can’t go wrong with whatever you order at Mural – trust me – but this #foodiefriday it’s alllll about the brunch. The offering is very much an international one: next level Shakshuka, tangy Huevos Rancheros Verdes, juicy Philly cheesesteak sandwiches and, yes, blueberry pancakes. And there's the opportunity to order Bloody Marys and mimosas without judgement, because the waiters here are laid-back cool and totally get that you’re not an alcoholic – you’re just perhaps a millennial searching for the meaning of life (or hair of the dog for that hangover from the night before) As Mural is all about keeping it local and seasonal, it may be that the menu is a bit different depending on when you visit – but one thing is for sure, whatever is on offer won't disappoint