Well, I live in a city (at least that's what they call it, although rumours go that Munich is just an oversized village). I guess one could even call it a city that almost drowns in (selfproclaimed) icons.
Just a few of them:
Beer. Sausages (Weisswurst) and bread in knots (Pretzels) that perfectly go with beer. Beergardens. "Starkbierfest" (more, stronger beer), "Oktoberfest" (a sea of beer paired with a couple of thousand grilled chickens and pigs). The "Viktualienmarkt" (market with a beergarden). The "Marienplatz" (a couple of terrasses around a neo-gothic city hall, where you can sit and drink beer). The "Frauenkirche" (No beer here. Just onion shaped church towers),
Oh, before I forget: the internationally famous Hofbräuhaus itself. At this place you can drink a beer. Munich's oldest sushi bar is right in front of it to help those poor Japanese out, for whom a liter of beer and half a pig is just a bit too much.
But I like Munich. I love living here. It's green, pretty, solid. So it doesn't deserve "beer-in-floods" as an icon. On the other hand: it cannot claim some cute Bavarica like the "Maibaum" or "Trachten" all for itself either. So, what's Munich's icon?
I say it's the chestnut tree. Everywhere you can see their luscious, wide crowns spending shade, their beautiful "candlestick" blossoms in spring, the polished chestnuts in their prickly dress in autumn.
Of course there's also a story involving chestnuts and beer. In old times the breweries would keep their freshly brewn beer underground in vast cellars. To keep the precious liquid as cool as possible in summer they planted chestnuts. Tall and wide as they are and with big leaves they formed the perfect parasols. Of course this was also a very good place to drink a cool beer....so here the beergarden enters...
Maybe I can't save Munich from its beer after all...