Images can be so deceptive. A picture of this Brettljause being consumed at a wooden table outside a picturesque hut with the snowcapped mountains and grazing cows in the background would have certainly said “that’s the real thing” to me and made me look for the fastest train connection to such a paradise.
Now imagine that the only thing in the background is a cable car station, with the cows somewhere far below. Forget the “outside” bit, too, as the surprisingly cold and windy (for mid-July) weather made me sit inside this tiny hut, in the company of an ever increasing number of noisy and – sad to say that – terminally stupid Austrian retirees. This really changes the perspective, making one realize that the thick pieces of Speck and cheese as well as the Hauswurst and the Liptauer-like spread can very well come from a supermarket at the foot of the mountain. Moreover, they probably did.
Wurzeralm is a highly tourist place, and I would have been surprised to find a “proper” Brettljause here. There are at least three other huts around, and at least two of them serve Brettljausen of their own. Quite possibly, the Almjause of the Wiederlechnerhütte is the most authentic of them all. Which does not mean it’s any good.