Tram Workers’ Goose
As a peculiar reminder of Vienna’s socialist heritage, the area around the Old Danube (Alte Donau) – which is a huge human-created lake – is... Read more →
A Reliable Goose
One thing must be said about the goose of Gmoa Keller: it is highly predictable and reliable. While other restaurants may surprise you with a... Read more →
Castle, Lake, Goose
Two posters met my eye just outside Burgstüberl’s entrance. The first one had a clipart picture of a goose and said “Ganslzeit,” which was... Read more →
Late Evening Goose
I have passed an exam today. Its topic is not really relevant here (and is very boring, in addition), suffice to say, the exam was online, very long... Read more →
The Popeye’s Goose
When a few months ago I passed by Wieden Bräu and found its doors closed – like, seriously closed – I felt rather sad. It is not only because... Read more →
Juiceless
It is one of my old traditions to walk in the Breitenstein area at the end of October/beginning of November to enjoy the last warm days and... Read more →
A Goose in a Traditional Setting
Nothing in the location or the exterior of Gasthaus Hansy is inviting. It looks like a Beisl where the drunks who used to occupy the benches around... Read more →
Revisiting the Winner
The goose season has started and what is a better way of celebrating this fact than to pay a visit to the last year’s winner? After all, people... Read more →
Gloomy Tuesday
In many mountain areas of Austria I know, Monday seems to be the “dead day,” when most restaurants are closed, resting after busy weekends. In... Read more →
Pricey Specialties
Four years since I have proclaimed Repolusk the Brettljause of the year, I still think that its name must stand for some kind of a repulsive... Read more →
Something for Day 1
My tradition of going to South Styria in late October/early November, which started eight years ago, has since turned into a kind of obsession. I... Read more →
A Pile of Pork
I think I confessed it already, but since I am too lazy to search for the proof, I am going to confess again: quite often I don’t write about the... Read more →