It must be very difficult to remove any trace of taste from pickled cucumbers, especially those coming from a can bought at a supermarket. The procedure must involve taking them out, carefully washing them under tap water, keeping them on a plate for a few weeks, and finally washing them again just before serving in order to create an impression of freshness. Whatever the process is, Friseurmüller (the Heuriger I always ignored thinking it was a hairdressing salon called “Friseur Müller”) has perfected it: these were the most tasteless cucumbers I have ever tried, including fresh ones.
The rest of the Brettljause was unfortunately below average, too, mostly because of being dominated by unidentified fatless gray meat with the taste of overprocessed Schweinsbraten, as if the Schweinsbraten were shredded into tiniest pieces, glued back together and stored for quite a while. It is really a pity, because the real Schweinsbraten, featured as a couple of slices, were quite good, as was the Speck and – to a lesser extent – the cold Stelze. Unfortunately, all the better meats looked tiny compared to the weird gray monstrosity. The rather generic cheese together with the industrial stuffed pappadew peppers were actually quite welcome to dilute the impression somehow.
Located at the very end of Neustift am Walde (where it becomes Salmannsdorf, actually), Friseurmüller must be staying away from the tourist hordes, which is a good thing. It is also quite pleasant – in a simple way – but any Brettljause that turns out to be less enjoyable than the mixed salad taken as a side dish is hard to recommend.