I know very little about cooking geese. Let’s face it, I know very little about cooking in general. I do...
Being quite nasty (occasionally), I was actually looking forward to having a bad goose at Gustl Bauer. After three goose...
I don’t think I’ve ever waited so long for a goose. At one point (and after more than two beers)...
Stadtwirt is one of those strange “hybrid” locations that are equally attractive to both Austrians and tourists. Thanks to its...
There are not so many situations when the word “fat” has a positive connotation. A “fat wallet” is one of...
I visited Ramsau at the end of September a couple of times, and it was firmly in the shutting-down mood:...
Of all the ratings I use for Brettljausen, the first one, called simply “Brettljause” must be the least clear of...
In theory, the yearly Viennese “wine hiking day” is a good idea. Choose one of the three routes, reach the...
I must admit that when I tag Aichingerhütte with “nice view,” I base it solely on my assumptions. In my...
A second Brettljause a day is normally not something one should try unless one is really short of time, for...
The most peculiar thing about the Jause of Almseehütte was the amount of skin I had to remove. Almost everything...
I wish one had blinded me, put me in a car, drove all the way to Gasthaus Gatternig and put...