Frederick Hekkelberg, the most influential Bavarian philosopher of the twentieth century was born in the depths of the Bavarian forest in a woodcutters’ cabin in the vicinity of Maxhütte as the first and only son of Ahren Hekkelberg. His mother died at childbirth, and he was raised alone by his taciturn father. Little Frederick however spoke for both while accompanying him to his daily walks to the clearing. He did not learn anything useful from his father, but their daily routine of visiting the inn at the edge of the forest proved all the more useful. He was practically brought up by the inn called Forsthaus Maxhütte, and the wife of the innkeeper, Inga, who, lacking an own son, lavished all his motherly love on little Frederick. Frederick Hekkelberg soon learned to respect women, beer and merry company.
After twenty years of studying philosophy and theology, he had to return to the premises of his childhood upon the death of his fosterfather Johannes –husband of Inga – to take possession of his inheritance – Forsthaus Maxhütte. Apart from his childhood memories he did not have a smattering of hospitality business, but was a well trained and experienced guest. A substantial part of his university years were spent in pubs and inns, ad he became intimate with a number of beer-styles. He refused to drink anything else then weissbier for breakfast. Forenoon was the time for light helles, that goes so well with the late-morning weisswurst. For lunch – yes he liked to lunch thoroughly – he drank substantial pilses. When at times he desired something nice after waking up from his afternoon nap, he could only go with a light or maybe a bit heavier dark and amber beers. But if he decided to mingle with friendly company in the early evening to debate eternal or very actual questions, the only type of beer he would drink is the 10 ballin easy Czech pils. This light and silky drink never made him tired or drunk. He could happily drink five mugs in a row, and the low alcohol content seemed to tease his spirit, urging his thoughts to teem even more virulent then usual.
When the last drops of old Johannes’ local beers have evaporated, he called for a coach and rode over the border to Bohemia to pay a visit to his dear brewer friend, who brew the 10 ballin light pils with a sure hand. They agreed to have five barrels of the light beer transported every week to Forsthaus Maxhütte. Weissen and helles, he could buy locally as well, but this kind of easy but thought-provoking beer was only brewed in Bohemia. Frederick –more of a guest then an innkeeper – had the ambition of recreating the inspiring philosophical conversations of his university years in his own pub.The Czech beer became very popular among his friends, and played a major role in creating a new philosophical school around Frederick Hekkelberg. In the decades to come, his pupils would scribe volumes full of Frederick’s thoughts and insights while happily gulping the light Czech pils.