Chicken Paradise
For me, Grüass Di a Gott Wirt will always be my third Austrian restaurant. The number one was Gasthaus Juranitsch outside Vienna (it has changed... Read more →
Right Food, Wrong Place
There seems to be a tradition in Austrian tourist locations that I was not aware of: if someone visits a particular place for a number of years, his... Read more →
For Convenience Sake
In most touristic locations I visit, I find two types of restaurants: posh ones and convenient ones. The posh ones actually vary a lot in their... Read more →
A Hut with the Best Name
I actually felt great anticipation for a restaurant with the name Brettlalm. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a rather nondescript place... Read more →
A Hut of Two Lakes
To start with an off-topic, Ehrwald is so close to Germany that German punctuality seems to affect everything here, including the weather. The... Read more →
Tiny Spreads and Noisy Kids
For a change, here is a Heuriger in Waldviertel that is not mega-far and super-difficult to reach. In fact, it is just mere meters from the main... Read more →
Mostly Closed
Traditionally, Heurige are only open during certain periods. These can be a few months per year, a few weeks per month or even a few weekends here... Read more →
The Giant of Deutschlandsberg
If I had not found a Brettljause today, I would not have been too unhappy. On my last day in Deutschlandsberg, I slept long, had a slow breakfast,... Read more →
Hairy Pigs and Confusing Butter
When I add something to my to-do list, I usually do it, sooner or later. This is not quite true about my work, but when it comes to this website, I... Read more →
Fat Dining
There is something comforting in ordering a Brettljause at a restaurant that doubles as a butchery. Kollar-Göbl is also a hotel, and I had almost... Read more →
A Surprise Jause
Just a few kilometers’ walking distance from Gars am Kamp (where Falco’s villa is located – not that it’s relevant in any way), Mostbutt’n... Read more →
The State of Strandcafé
As the place where I tried my very first spare ribs back in 1991, Strandcafé will always occupy a soft spot in my heart (or should I say stomach?).... Read more →