Figls is a great safety net restaurant, when one is unable or too lazy to search for anything special. It’s...
If you are a regular reader of my posts, then first and foremost, you are a liar, for I know...
When I saw a “goose menu” outside of Gösser Bierklinik’s entrance, I was almost sure it was a mistake. To...
Another goose season is over. It is not that I did not try to extend it, spending the last few...
I went to that place without a reservation and with very little expectation. After all, it has never been famous...
I still remember Gasthaus Hansi as a small dark place on the Donaufelderstrasse, serving a rather poor Brettljause. Since then,...
The first warning bell tinkled when I called to book a table three hours before arrival and got a jolly...
This was supposed to be the last glass of wine to finish a wine-heavy day on the South Styrian Weinstrasse...
Walking from the tram stop Albertgasse to my next Martinigansl destination, I had a weird feeling of coming back home....
I am afraid I need to issue a disclaimer. Just a week ago I wrote about a really good Martinigansl...
Funny, just a couple of days ago I was complaining of a perfectly good goose marred by the lack of...
I might be a hopeless cook (OK, I am a hopeless cook), but I tend to follow user manuals and...