Communist Prague and Oktoberfest, Munich- Germany

Today we drove through Bohemia and stopped in the Medieval town of Cesky Krumlov, as we made our way to Prague. I explored the Jewish quarter and took a gander at the Communist museum, took a pic with Stalin and called it a day! After Prague we made our way to Bavaria's capital, Munich, home of the Oktoberfest. We were left in town for a frantic scramble to buy a Dertle for the ladies and Lederhosen for the gentlemen. At the hefty price of 80 plus Euros and 160 for the men, I settled for a vintage hat at 10 Euros instead. My expectation of Oktoberfest were very misguided. I expected white tents with drunken fools, fights and overall debauchery. However, it was non of the sort. Oktoberfest is about the appreciation of beer and German culture, not about getting drunk. Although, the end result is the same (at 1L steins per glass). Individuals wear their lederhosen with pride, not for the tourists. The opening grounds are actually a theme park and then ten plus magnificent and elaborate wooden structures that are overcrowded with live German bands (think 'um, pa pa, um pa pa') friendly people, young and old (even children) celebrating good health and unity. The waitresses are magnificent in traditional wear, carrying 4 steins in each hand, comparable to about 8, 10 pound dumbbells. Holding one up just to drink took two hands for me. Our table, although complete strangers were our long lost best friends for the night, mixed with German, English and Spanish speaking origins. We sang German songs (although I do not speak a word of German, I would often sing melodically.... 'someethinnnng, in Gerrrrmaaannn' to the correct tune and no one was the wiser). We were even served a traditional German cake, topped with rich cream by the ladle and fruit toppings from our new German friends (picture two pot bellied German old men with flannel shirts and grey wool sweaters, although the tent was stifling hot) in between cheers of our glass steins. If someone could tell me the name of that cake it would be much appreciated.
A fabulous way to end my experience in Germany. Prost!