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 →
Revisiting the Bad
For years, the name „Selbstverständlich Strandbeisl“ has been a synonym of „bad“ for me. From the worst coffee in the world that I had... Read more →
A Shrink-Wrapped Jause
The Mostheurige of Bucklige Welt – a hilly area in the southern part of Lower Austria – are peculiar beasts. On the one hand, they are very... Read more →
Meat Times Six
The good thing about Mostbaron Heurige – apart from the fact that the Most they serve is bloody fantastic – is that they encourage repeat visits... Read more →
Pork Dreams
I have known 7 Stern Bräu for such a long time that I am surprised I never blogged about its spare ribs. I have no doubt I tried them before and... Read more →
Meet the Farmers
The weather can make a huge difference to one’s perception of a Brettljause restaurant. Had it been sunny and warm today, I would have certainly... Read more →
Sauceless
For me, Knödelglück was a love at the first sight. A small restaurant located above Merano and providing a fantastic panorama of the surrounding... Read more →
Take Your Time
“Take your time” seems to be the current slogan of Merano (as the ads and the writings on benches in the town’s center indicate), and I must... Read more →