It is always strange to enter a Heuriger and find it completely empty. It is infinitely creepier to also realize...
Having spent two weeks recovering from torn muscle fibers in my leg (by the way, never tear your muscle fibers...
After two COVID-plagued years, 2022 finally brought travel – and therefore Brettljause – freedom. It was also the year when...
It should have been my last goose of the year. A week ago, while passing by Schönbrunner Stöckl on my...
My memory is not what it used to be. I don’t remember if it was ever any good, for one...
Almost every hut in Grödental (or Val Gardena, the Italian version of the name, which somehow matches the spirit of...
I have been to Filzmoos twice before and must admit that for a small village it offers plenty of Brettljause-eating...
I am starting to realize that there is an entire Brettljause-rich area to the north of Vienna that is largely...
Innsbruck, the capital of Tyrol, is a surprisingly tricky place to find a Brettljause. You would expect it to be...
If I had to describe today’s South Styrian road in one word, it would be “closed.” If you plan to...
A bit of useless trivia about Grödental (in addition to the well-known fact that people there speak their own language)....
The code in the address gave me the first hint, but a quick study of the maps confirmed the suspicion:...