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Pretzel Bites
& Queso

Bavarian-style pretzels with warm queso for dipping

Pretzel Bites & Queso, bavarian-style pretzels with warm queso for dipping

Munich, 1998. A beer hall the size of an aircraft hangar, a brass band, a man in lederhosen who insisted, at great length, that I was holding my pretzel wrong. I have thought about that pretzel for most of my adult life.

I thought about it again on a gray October afternoon, on the 9th green at PopStroke Hamlin, staring down a sidehill putt that broke a full foot and then, out of pure spite, broke back.

I left it short. My brother-in-law said nothing, which is worse than saying something.

So at the turn I steered us to the patio and ordered Pretzel Bites & Queso. Soft pretzel bites, little Bavarian-style pretzels, golden brown and burnished, lightly salted, the salt catching the light like frost on a green. Soft and pillowy inside, a gentle chew on the outside. And beside them, a cup of warm queso dipping sauce, smooth and molten, the color of a harvest moon.

You dip. You eat. You dip again. Nobody holds them wrong. There is no wrong way.

My brother-in-law reached for one. Then three more. By the 12th we were speaking again. By the 14th he was asking my advice on reading grain.

I sank a twelve-footer on the 17th, uphill, dead center. I raised a pretzel bite to the sky, a small salute to a stern man in lederhosen, wherever he is tonight.