So, when you saunter into the skeleton world as a newbie you start hearing stories from faraway lands. Stories about the kreisel in Altenberg, where you will probably die on your first run down. Stories about the roman baths where everyone swims naked. Stories about the everflowing fountains of chocolate milk at the Lake Placid training centre. Stories about the outlet mall in Park City. Stories about the schnitzel stands at the bottom of the track in Winterberg and reminders to tuck money into your speedsuit so that you can buy a bratwurst and glüwein after your runs.

But beyond the horrors of Altenberg kreisel, or of general European public nudity, there is one story that everyone has vaguely heard, but which just seems too good to be true.

The McDisco.

Rumours have it that in Königssee, Germany, there is a bar with a McDonald's on top of it. Or a McDonald's with a bar in the basement. Either is a perfectly pleasing scenario.

After the conclusion of our races on the weekend, we headed out that evening in search of the fabled McDisco.

And as we drove through the empty streets of Schönau am Königssee, up ahead, through the fog and darkness, we saw it.

The Golden Arches, glowing in the night, its drive-thru driveway wrapped in perfect symmetry around a stairwell descending into the storied Disco Kaserbar, aka the McDisco.

Just to get some of the math out of the way, one glow-in-the-dark gin and tonic + several enthusiastic russian sliders + corresponding amounts of vodka + one junior bacon cheeseburger = all sorts of awesome.

Dear Germany. I'm sorry I made fun of you for being obsessive compulsively efficient and practical. Because, on top of being ridiculously pragmatic, this is officially the Best. Idea. Ever.