I didn't GROW UP in Leavenworth, but it was part of my summer routine. Goin' to spend a week with the grandparents in Wenatchee, goin' to eat at that damn rathskeller restaurant they have in Leavenworth.
Out of all the fucking themes I could possibly think of to use a modern hip-hop spin in the advertising to try to connect with a younger, hipper, more plentiful audience, Bavarian themed amusement town resort would have never crossed my mind to be used in a serious manner.
Well played, Leavenworth. I assume the Bavarian bitches and Woody Goomsba earned their keep.
I have a feeling that a visit there would be much like my first sexual experience: awkward, alcohol-fueled, and remembered with more fondness than it was worth.