Although I noticed the Antipastiplatte in the restaurant’s menu displayed on a monitor inside the elevator the day I checked in at Rufi’s hotel (I have a good eye for such things), I was not really planning to try it. I already had a couple of interesting dinner locations in mind for my two-day stay in Innsbruck. Unfortunately, the location I arrived at this evening was, completely unexpectedly, hosting a private Christmas celebration, leaving me with two options: to pick a burger at McDonald’s or to try my luck at my hotel. (The third, much more reasonable option of skipping the dinner altogether had somehow slipped my mind.)
Studying the menu, I for a moment hesitated between the cold cuts and a warm dish, but my Brettljause obsession won over and I went for the former, ordering an extra salad to fool myself of eating healthily. I guess the waiter had not yet reached the kitchen to pass my order to the cook, as I realized the incredible stupidity of my choice. I was sitting in the same room as the one I had my breakfast in this morning, the breakfast that was included in the price of my stay and provided a buffet with cold cuts. What an idiot must I be to expect Rufi’s to serve me anything different from what I had seen this morning?
A big idiot, of course. The “Brettljause” I received contained exactly the same meats and cheese that all the guests, including me, could get free of charge just a few hours later. In unlimited quantities. The only differences that my 14.5-euro platter brought were a pile of rocket leaves, marinated artichoke hearts and olives that looked bigger than those provided for breakfast.
As a Brettljause, Rufi’s offering was completely insipid, of course, but I had no one but myself to blame for this debacle. As a small consolation, for my breakfast this morning I only took scrambled eggs with bacon and not the cold cuts. I have also learned today that I really dislike marinated artichoke hearts.
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