The Fat Goose
There are not so many situations when the word “fat” has a positive connotation. A “fat wallet” is one of them; a “fat goose” is another.... Read more →
A Party Hut
I visited Ramsau at the end of September a couple of times, and it was firmly in the shutting-down mood: many hotels were not available, the huts’... Read more →
The Question of Taste
Of all the ratings I use for Brettljausen, the first one, called simply “Brettljause” must be the least clear of all. I actually thought to call... Read more →
Somewhere in Stammersdorf
In theory, the yearly Viennese “wine hiking day” is a good idea. Choose one of the three routes, reach the starting point with the public... Read more →
Lost in the Fog
I must admit that when I tag Aichingerhütte with “nice view,” I base it solely on my assumptions. In my actual experience, I could hardly see... Read more →
Simplicity Itself
A second Brettljause a day is normally not something one should try unless one is really short of time, for example if spending only two full days in... Read more →
The Matter of Skin
The most peculiar thing about the Jause of Almseehütte was the amount of skin I had to remove. Almost everything (the cheese and the thinly-cut ham... Read more →
Jausen-Geography
I wish one had blinded me, put me in a car, drove all the way to Gasthaus Gatternig and put me in front of their Brettljause, asking to guess what... Read more →
A No-thrills Jause
Here is a case study on how a series of small stupid mistakes could trigger a Brettljause disaster. Mistake #1: be too optimistic about distances.... Read more →
Grinzing in Gumpolsdkirchen
Altes Zechhaus in the wine village of Gumpoldskirchen has always been a place I wanted to visit but could not: either because it was closed or... Read more →
Usability Lesson
There is a thing in IT called usability testing. It is when you build a working version of a system, put clueless users in front of it, and watch in... Read more →
Butter, Flies
Krimml has a bit of a fly problem, it seems. First I was attacked by them in the Tauernhaus in my pre-Brettljausen life (2010). Last Sunday I was... Read more →