Grav is a very tourist place at a very tourist location. Still, having a poster on the wall showing a happy couple devouring a good-looking Brettljause in the mountains is a brave move, because it’s clear that what they are going to serve is not going to be half as good.
It was less than a half, but theoretically it could have been even worse. Actually it was a Jause of two halves: the left half with far too much blood sausage, some liver spread and a thick piece of lukewarm Schweinsbraten marred by some cartilage, and the right half with one or two pieces of extremely supermarket-y Speck, cheese and two types of ham. If I had to state the single best thing about the dish, it was the abundance of mustard. If I had to give them an advice, it’s to keep the Schweinsbraten cold.
Next to Grav, there is a Vietnamese restaurant of a comparable size. It was full of people. Grav had two elderly ladies who left shortly after my arrival. At one point the owners came out and sat at one of the tables, creating an impression of some clientele. It did not help to attract anyone. Now, if the place is so tourist-oriented, how do the tourist know to avoid it?