The combined efforts of pervy patrons have brought Radegast owner Ivan Kohut to his knees: Thanks to the wandering palms of too many groping revelers, the dirndl-clad fräuleins are no more.

“The dirndls were an exact replica of a Czech national outfit,” says Kohut, phoning from Oslo. “People either loved them or they hated them. I never thought it could be associated with die sündige meile ['the sinful mile,' Hamburg’s red-light district] or anything sexual. I was stunned, simply stunned.”

The costumes, which consisted of a tight-fitting bodice and a short skirt, were vetoed after some of the servers complained that they were being harassed by rowdy patrons. “It’s important for us that the servers feel comfortable in what they wear,” says Kohut. “Entering the summer they are going to be wearing a black cotton top with a red skirt. We brought in professionals from Czechoslovakia to design something different—a compromise between what the uniform once was and what it is now. We’ll debut it in about four weeks.”

But chin up, local pervs! Your final sleazy hurrah is this Monday night, when Kohut will bring in a bevy of dirndl-wearing women and a live polka band to celebrate Oktoberfest (prematurely, but hey). There will be men in lederhosen, too—obviously, we’ll see you there.