A Fighter Goose
This goose was born a fighter, died a fighter, and managed to remain a fighter long after its death, making sure that whoever tried to eat it would... Read more →
A Minigoose
Oil prices go down, and geese get smaller. Or maybe average November temperatures go up, and geese get smaller. Or perhaps the threat of terrorism... Read more →
The Best Part of Mr Manturo
If yesterday a “Turopolie” appeared like an illness to me, a “Manturo” really sounds like a name of some leftist South-American president.... Read more →
A No-complaint Jause
Kögl seems to be a very popular place. They certainly produce some very good wine, the fact I had an opportunity to verify at my hotel, but their... Read more →
A (Very) Flawed Gem
Having passed the Eoryschenke yesterday I knew it would be the final destination of my today’s trip. Both the location and the menu of this old... Read more →
A Case of Acute Turopolie
If anyone had mentioned “turopolie” to me a few days ago, I would have thought it were some kind of a rare illness, probably involving a fear of... Read more →
Someone’s Home Jause
I hate violating other people’s privacy, and unfortunately that’s exactly how Legat makes you feel. It’s someone’s home – not more, not... Read more →
The Jause of Suicidal Insects
I wonder if according to the religion of flies, those who die by drowning in a glass of wine go straight to heaven. Perhaps only those who die in my... Read more →
The Rax-View Jause
The Brettljause of the Speckbacherhütte, located on the Kreuzberg hill between the town of Payerbach and the village of Breitenstein and providing a... Read more →
The Last Marende of Bolzano
“What starts well must end well,” says the proverb that I came up with a few seconds ago. My visit to Bolzano (Bozen) started with a Brettljause... Read more →
A Mountain Wine Jause
Bad news first: this Brettljause looks much better on paper than in real life. The menu talks about Graukäse (grey cheese) and thinly cut beef, but... Read more →
The South Tyrol as It Should Be
For the last three days I was walking around Vögele every evening, looking inside and finding no spare tables (except for yesterday when the place... Read more →