My memory is not what it used to be. I don’t remember if it was ever any good, for one...
Lindbergh is a funny little restaurant that you may be excused for not knowing about. The only reason I ended...
I have no idea what a Josper grill is – and I am too lazy to google it – but...
Chewing the goose at the good old Postschänke was a perfect opportunity to contemplate the meaning of average. I have...
True to its name, Mohnwirt specializes in dishes made out of poppy seeds. Besides, it holds an enormous and somewhat...
The goose season in Vienna is just starting (Burgenland starts a couple of weeks earlier, in case you are looking...
A bit of useless trivia about Grödental (in addition to the well-known fact that people there speak their own language)....
Almost every hut in Grödental (or Val Gardena, the Italian version of the name, which somehow matches the spirit of...
The code in the address gave me the first hint, but a quick study of the maps confirmed the suspicion:...
South Tyrol is a part of Italy, and the Italian influence is noticeable here – in some places more, in...
After three Jausen in two days featuring expensive sheep pigs, I was quite looking forward to having something “normal.” That...
I’ve made a mistake. Well, two mistakes. The first one – to eat a second Brettljause on the same day...